The carriage stopped in the east of the imperial capital city.
Outside, the coachman reined in his horse and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Master Ye, we have arrived east of the city."
"Yeah." He breathed lazily and responded indifferently.
With her snow-white slender hands, she opened the bead curtain, and with graceful grace, she slowly stepped out of the carriage.
Later, Ye Wuhen followed down.
The east part of the city is considered a relatively remote place in the imperial capital. In other words, this is the home of poor people and is looked down upon by many nobles in the imperial capital.
It is unimaginable that the imperial capital of the Beiyue Dynasty actually had such a place.
There were stinking ditches next to the house. People came and went in a hurry, with dull eyes. They seemed to be accustomed to the smell emanating from the ditches.
In the summer, this smell is even stronger.
The alleys are dark, damp, and garbage can be seen everywhere, and many are even moldy.
Qing Ge's expression remained unchanged, but Ye Wuhen frowned.
"It is said that people living in the east of the city are often oppressed by the nobles, but I didn't expect it to be so serious."
Ye Wuhen is the head of the Ye Mansion and the upper echelon of this city. How can he know the sorrow and bitterness of a small person?
Qingge didn't have any opinion on this, except to say: "Don't think that in a prosperous place everyone is rich, and there are also people who are working hard to survive."
Qing Ge had seen this kind of thing too many times in his previous life.
In those prosperous cities, there are music and entertainment every night. Of course, there are also many, many poor people who are crowded in the stinking ditches and struggling with life.
There is no absolute fairness in this world.
Life is not only about beauty and happiness and well-being.
Qingge walked into the alley, holding a stack of information in her hand.
This is the information Ye Wuhen found just now. It contains all the names and addresses of all the people in the east of the city.
"Here in the east of the city, there are quite a lot of people with only one name. There are many ambiguities in the information, and the identities of the cremated people have not been investigated clearly." Qingge said: "First, let's take a look at these people whose ages and identities are impossible.
Eliminate the people, then look for them one by one, and then wait for news about Anu."
"It's been so long, can we find him? Maybe that person has left the imperial capital." Ye Wuhen frowned and said.
“Where there is a will, there is a way. If you want to find something, you can always find it.”
While Qing Ge was talking, he walked deep into the alley and knocked on the door of a house.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She looked at Qing Ge in confusion.
The people in the east of the city only live in their own world and struggle for survival. Most of them only know that the emperor has four kings, but they don't care about what these four kings look like.
Therefore, women do not know Qingge.
But when she saw Qingge's glamorous appearance, she was quite frightened. She swallowed her saliva and asked uneasily: "Girl, who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, is this Zhen Xin's home?" Qing Ge asked.
"Yes, Zhen Xin is my husband. Unfortunately, he fell ill and passed away two years ago..." When she mentioned her late husband, the woman's face was full of loneliness.
"Has he passed away..." Qing Ge murmured to himself.
"What does the girl want to see him for?" the woman asked.
Qingge smiled lightly and said, "Sir, did your husband ever serve as a cremator during his lifetime? I want to find the person who cremated my father and express my gratitude."
"Cremator?" The woman shook her head and said, "He is a carpenter and a dedicated person. He only does one thing in his life. He has never been a cremator. The girl must have found the wrong person."
Hearing the soft song calling her "Your Excellency", his somewhat cloudy eyes flashed with the light of hope.
In this continent, there are many cultivators, and only those who are worthy of respect will be called "Your Excellency".
She is just a woman who has humbled herself into the dust, but at this moment, a flower blooms in her heart.
"Sorry to bother you." Qingge took out a small jar of peach blossom wine from the space bag and put it in the woman's hand, "This is aged peach blossom wine. If you drink it, it will have the effect of keeping your appearance. If you don't mind,
Your Excellency, please accept it."
"Is this for me, really?" The woman held the wine jar carefully, at a loss, and looked at Qing Ge in disbelief.
Qingge smiled, "Yes, Your Excellency, farewell." Qingge turned to look at Ye Wuhen, "Brother, let's go."
Ye Wuhen nodded.
The two then walked towards the corner, intending to enter another alley.
The woman suddenly stopped singing softly, "Girl, what's your name?"
He paused while singing softly, looked back and smiled, bright and bright, this alley where the smell is everywhere, the flowers are blooming in spring.
Qingge said: "Night, Qingge."
After that, the two of them walked forward and disappeared from the woman's sight.
The woman was thoughtful and whispered: "Ye Qingge?"
At this time, the child from the woman's house came out and asked: "Mom, what is Ye Qingge? That is not the name of the four kings. There are taboos, so you can't call it random."
"Four Kings?" The woman was shocked, and then she remembered that the Four Kings were a woman, very young, with snow-white hair.
The woman looked at the wine in her hand in surprise, with tears in her eyes.
On the other side, Qing Ge knocked on the doors of one house after another, but never found the person who was cremated.
Back at the entrance of the alley, Qing Ge bit her lip.
All objects have been found, but there is no news.
What went wrong in the middle?
At this time, Anu came on horseback, jumped off the horse with a stack of information in his hand, and walked to Qing Ge and Ye Wuhen.
"How is it?" Ye Wuhen asked.
Anu said: "Master, Your Majesty, I found out that the cremator's original name was Li Xin. He changed his name to Li Boxian seventeen years ago and lives at the foot of Xueyuan Mountain on the eastern outskirts of the city."
"Suburban? Change the name?"
Qing Ge grasped two important pieces of information and looked at each other with Ye Wuhen.
"There must be something wrong with this. Let's go to the eastern suburbs of the city." Ye Wuhen said.
The two got on the carriage, Anu rode the horse, and they quickly rushed towards the eastern suburbs of the city.
The countryside is very far away, and it took a full hour to find out.
Snowfield Mountain is huge.
Qing Ge stepped out of the carriage and saw a small wooden house at the foot of the vast mountain.
In front of the wooden house, there is a fence surrounding the yard. In the yard, there is an elderly man laboriously chopping firewood.
Anu dismounted, found the portrait, looked at the old man and said, "Your Majesty, he is Li Boxian."
Qingge opened the courtyard door and walked in.
Only when he got closer did the old man notice.
The old man stopped chopping wood and looked at Qingge, "Who are you..."
"Li Xin?" Qingge said the old man's original name.
The ax in the old man's hand fell to the ground.
"Girl, I don't know what you are talking about." The old man pretended to be calm.
Qingge sneered and said: "Uncle Li, I am Ye Qingge, my father is Ye Jingfeng, and my mother is Yan Bingtong. Do you still know what I am talking about?"
Qingge could clearly feel that the old man's face was completely white.
After being extremely shocked, the old man sighed, regained his composure, and said, "Come in."
The old man walked into the wooden house.
Qing Ge and Ye Wuhen walked in together.
Qingge half-squinted her eyes and looked at the old man's hunched figure.
The secret of more than ten years will be revealed.
Many times, she just guessed that Ye Jingfeng was still alive.
But, this old man could make her believe.
Qingge crossed the threshold and sat down on the simple chair.