"He came back."
Ding Wu read the words again.
His fingers trembled around the edge of the evidence cloth.
Song Jia watched him carefully.
The message mattered.
But before they decided what it meant—
they needed to understand what had actually happened.
Too many assumptions had already accumulated.
Yimu's room had supposedly been locked from the inside.
Her windows had remained secured.
Two servants had stood outside.
Yet there were signs of a struggle.
A hidden passage had been discovered.
Blood appeared in two locations.
One servant was dead.
Another was missing.
And Yimu herself had vanished.
Song Jia looked toward Ding Shun.
"Your Majesty."
"What?"
"I want to see the room."
Ding Wu immediately straightened.
"I'll take you."
Ding Shun frowned.
"The guards are already investigating."
"Then we won't interfere."
Song Jia looked at the bracelet again.
"But right now, we're hearing discoveries in the order they're being reported."
