Gu Jiao nodded to Yujin, "Thank you for telling me all this, the information you've provided is very important to me."
"The stool is here!"
The coachman came running over with a wooden stool.
Yujin patted the back of Gu Jiao's hand, and the coachman set the stool beside her; Gu Jiao stepped on it and got into the carriage.
On the way back, Gu Jiao carefully pondered Yujin's words.
If everything Yujin said was true, then the only possibility for the person who set the fire at the Guozijian and burned Xiao Hen was the Prince Ning.
If Yujin was lying, and the arsonist was Princess Xinyang, then harming Xiao Liulang was a certainty for Prince Ning, beyond redemption.
No matter who the perpetrator was four years ago, the one currently harboring murderous intents against Xiao Liulang was Prince Ning.
Gu Jiao took out her notebook, tugged at the corner of her lips, and wrote down a name—Qin Chuhan.
Prince Ning's residence, on a night when the moon was obscured and the wind howled.