Steward Wang frowned slightly.
“Young Master… is something wrong?”
Hearing himself addressed as “Young Master,” Mu Xueshi felt his status instantly rise several levels. Even his voice grew more authoritative.
“Nothing!” he declared loudly. “I just think it smells nice. Can you give me a bottle?”
Steward Wang immediately smiled kindly.
“This fragrant dew is brewed from fresh flower nectar gathered in the garden. There is plenty stored in the warehouse. If Young Master likes it, I can fetch several bottles.”
“No, no, no!” Mu Xueshi waved his hands quickly. “Just one is enough. No need for more.”
After leaving the main hall, Mu Xueshi began wandering around the courtyard with renewed determination.
Although Grand Tutor Mu was dead and most traces had been erased, Mu Xueshi did not believe a murderer could truly destroy every single clue.
Even if objects had been removed, something would inevitably leave behind a mark.
So now he had decided—
Everything in the hall currently in use, aside from the tables and chairs, would be taken back for inspection.
Sometimes the most ordinary items were the most dangerous.
While examining the small bottle in his hand, Mu Xueshi suddenly heard someone nearby.
Looking up, he saw the Grand Tutor’s wife.
Since catching a brief glimpse of her the day before, she had remained inside her room most of the time.
Instinctively, Mu Xueshi felt that the original owner of this body had not been particularly close to his mother.
After all, he had returned for two days now, yet she had shown little special concern. The only time they met, she shed a few tears—then stopped even faster than a horse coming to a halt.
Still, Mu Xueshi behaved respectfully.
“Xueshi greets Mother.”
The lady stiffened slightly.
A complicated emotion flashed through her eyes.
Mu Xueshi had never called her Mother before.
Yet since returning this time, he seemed far more lively than before. She had also heard rumors that he had become something like the second master of the Third Prince’s palace.
With such powerful backing, it was only natural his confidence had grown.
The lady smiled faintly and took his hand.
“I was just going to pay respects at your father’s memorial. Today marks the fiftieth day since his passing. You should come and bow as well.”
Mu Xueshi nodded and began walking with her.
But halfway there, he suddenly stopped.
“How long do we have to bow?”
He remembered when the Third Prince once paid respects to his own mother.
The prince had knelt for seven days and seven nights.
If Mu Xueshi were forced to stay here that long alone, he definitely would not survive it.
The lady replied gently,
“According to custom, close family must keep vigil for one night to guide the spirit. However… I am pregnant. Staying awake all night may harm the child.”
Mu Xueshi’s eyes widened instantly.
“You’re having a baby?”
His face lit up with excitement.
“Does that mean I’ll have a little brother? Wow! I like little brothers. I hate being alone!”
Without hesitation, he crouched down and pressed his ear against her stomach, listening curiously.
“Does he kick you?”
The lady’s eyes softened with happiness.
But as she smiled—
Mu Xueshi suddenly noticed something.
Pinned in her left hair bun was a hairpin adorned with three bright pearls, each dangling from a long delicate chain.
The shadow it cast—
was exactly the same as the shadow he had seen the previous evening.
Futile Devices Scans 
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