Chapter 68 The Good Person

Chapter 68 The Good Person

How could it be different?

Earlier, Xin You had seen He Qingxiao's head bleeding from a falling flower pot and the scene where he was stabbed in the abdomen by a fugitive.

She had specifically reminded him to repay his help, but these events never happened. This time, she didn't say anything.

Wait—

A thought flashed through Xin You's mind: perhaps He Qingxiao avoiding those disasters had nothing to do with her at all!

Without her reminder, he would still dodge the falling flower pot; without her reminder, he would still avoid the dagger; without her reminder, he would still evade the poison in the tea.

From the beginning, her reminders were of little use to him.

These thoughts raced through Xin You's mind as she spoke with a pale face, "I accidentally saw that this waiter placed the tea on that shelf while bringing it upstairs."

With these words, everyone's gaze fell on the waiter.

"Speak! What's going on!" a Jinlin Guard lifted the waiter up.

The waiter trembled, "I remember! I was carrying the tea out from the back when a table said their tea had spilled, so I put the tray down on the shelf to clean the table."

"Which table?"

The waiter's eyes moved, pointing to a table.

That table was very close to the shelf, just a few steps away.

The people at that table turned pale and hurriedly said, "We didn't spill any tea!"

The waiter looked carefully and hesitated, "It was the guests sitting there, but not them. Perhaps they were replaced later. I mainly serve upstairs, so I'm not sure."

Another waiter who was busy in the main hall quickly added, "I still remember a bit. There were two guests at that table before, and the current guests came after they left."

The first waiter hurriedly supplemented, "When I went to clean the table, only one guest was sitting there."

"Which seat?" He Qingxiao asked indifferently.

"The one on this chair." The waiter pointed, indicating the direction facing the shelf.

In other words, the person sitting there had a clear view of the shelf.

He Qingxiao fell silent for a moment, then looked at Xin You, "Did Miss Kou notice anyone passing by the shelf when the waiter set down the tea to clean the table?"

"I saw a man go that way." Xin You pointed.

Since He Qingxiao did not die as shown in the vision, there was no need for her to hide anything. Finding the person who poisoned the tea might yield new information.

Moreover, others in the main hall might have noticed the same thing.

As Xin You expected, two other people in the main hall had also noticed the man passing by the shelf—one by chance, the other on their way back from the restroom.

Unfortunately, including the teahouse owner and waiters, no one could identify the guests at that table.

He Qingxiao instructed his subordinates, "Record the names and addresses of everyone present here, and let them go home."

The two subordinates exchanged glances.

Their superior was truly kind-hearted. If it were another superior, these people would all be taken to jail.

When the Jinlin Guard questioned Duan Shaoqing, He Qingxiao gestured for them to ask someone else.

"I apologize for disturbing you, Lord Duan."

Duan Shaoqing did not dare to be presumptuous in front of He Qingxiao and hurriedly replied, "I'm glad you're safe, Lord He."

"We must also thank Miss Kou for her information," He Qingxiao looked at Xin You.

Xin You finally composed herself and smiled flawlessly, "Lord He is too kind. I hope you find the person who poisoned the tea soon."

"It's chaotic here. Miss Kou, please return with your uncle."

Duan Shaoqing twitched his lips.

Young men and women, unrelated, chatting enthusiastically in front of an elder—how improper.

But considering He Qingxiao's status, Duan Shaoqing could only think such things inwardly. He politely bid farewell and eagerly led Xin You out of the teahouse.

Outside the teahouse, people bustled about, and the aroma of wine wafted over from the Yue Lai Restaurant across the street.

Duan Shaoqing breathed a sigh of relief and called a carriage to take Xin You back to Qingsong Bookstore.

As the carriage started moving, a fair hand lifted the curtain, revealing the girl's calm face.

"Uncle, don't forget to tell Grandmother."

Before Duan Shaoqing could respond, the blue curtain fell, and the carriage creaked forward.

Duan Shaoqing's face darkened as he strode toward the Taifu Temple office.

Back in the East Courtyard, Xin You entered the inner room and sat on the bed, lost in deep thought.

If He Qingxiao could avoid those disasters, the scenes she saw would not exist. Why did she see those visions?

Wasn't this contradictory?

For the first time, Xin You doubted her special ability.

A voice came from outside the door: "Miss, would you like some tea?"

Hearing the word "tea," Xin You gave a self-mocking smile.

Indeed, she had no luck taking shortcuts; He Qingxiao’s life still depended on her own actions.

The fleeting sentiments of reluctance, struggle, and conflict that she experienced while waiting for the poison to work upstairs now seemed absurd, and Xin You became composed.

"Bring it in."

Xiaolian entered with a tray and handed a cup of tea to Xin You.

Xin You took it and took a sip.

"Miss."

"Yes?"

Worries could not be hidden in Xiaolian’s eyes: "If there is anything this servant can do, please just tell me."

Xin You slightly curved her lips: "Alright."

"This servant is serious! Although I don’t have much ability, I will do my utmost to fulfill any request from Miss."

Xin You put down the teacup: "Then pay attention to the rumors outside these next few days and see if there’s any news about Lord He."

"Lord He?"

"Yes. Today, Lord He was poisoned at a teahouse and they are currently investigating the culprit—"

"Is Lord He alright?" Xiaolian exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise.

Seeing Xiaolian’s concern, Xin You felt conflicted: "He’s fine. I was also at that teahouse, so I’m rather curious about what happens next. Don’t deliberately inquire, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"I understand, Miss."

After a moment of silence, Xin You asked: "Xiaolian, what kind of person do you think Lord He is?"

"He’s a good person," Xiaolian said without hesitation.

Xin You smiled: "So sure?"

"Someone who helps strangers without expecting anything in return can’t be a bad person, right?"

"You’re right, he’s not a bad person," Xin You murmured.

But even good people follow orders and incur blood debts.

Over the next few days, Xin You did not leave the house. Xiaolian discreetly listened but heard no talk about He Qingxiao, as if the attempted poisoning at the teahouse never happened.

Until this day, when He Qingxiao stepped into Qingsong Bookstore and saw Xin You browsing books deep within the shelves.

It was dusk, yet He Qingxiao immediately recognized that she was reading the travelogue he had been looking at earlier.

He Qingxiao’s eyes darkened, and he walked over.

Xin You looked up.

He Qingxiao stood beside her: "The light is poor, Miss Kou, be careful not to strain your eyes."