Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 375: Chapter 202: Hope Everyone is Fine! Thank You for Your Sincerity! (Thanks to the Support From Book Friends)_3

When Yuchi heard Song Yinghan say this, his eyelid twitched a little, but he said nothing at the time; he just watched Song Yinghan’s actions.

”It’s all over,” Yuchi thought to himself.

The outcome was clear.

An entire afternoon of questioning wore Song Yinghan out, and also left the Celestial Capital Department crew quite irritable. We’ve already said it; I’ve mentioned Ling Huzhong is a man of few words. Why do you keep asking us about this?

Whether we know or not, why should we tell you directly? Who are you, anyway? What gives you the right to manage our affairs like this? We aren’t people who left your Stargazing platform.

Don’t we have our own business to attend to? We’re quite busy ourselves, aren’t we? Is Ling Huzhong’s case the only case? The other cases we oversee aren’t cases?

So the people from the Celestial Capital Department, they were simply putting on a show of dismissiveness, the frustration palpable amidst their phony responses.

By the time the sun set in the west, Song Yinghan still hadn’t managed to draw any conclusions from the Celestial Capital Department, leaving her very angry.

Thanks to Yuchi’s earlier reminder, she’s now more observant of others’ reactions. Evidently, many people seem to know something but they just won’t speak up, putting on an air of defiance.

Indeed.

What can you do, Song Yinghan? In small towns, you might act pompously, being someone of great stature, but this is Canglan City. Who hasn’t seen someone of high status here? Whose Stargazing pavilion doesn’t have someone prominent?

Barraging us with questions nonstop, it’s an endless nuisance.

”I don’t know anything about Ling Huzhong; I’m not familiar with him, so apologies, Master Song.” The last person from the Celestial Capital Department left the discussion hall, closing the door behind him.

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Inside the discussion hall of the Celestial Capital Department, after the last person departed, Song Yinghan’s heart felt utterly defeated.

She was so aggravated by these people that she might just spit blood, spending an afternoon answering questions, without drinking a drop of water. Now that everyone was gone, she took off her mask and downed a large cup of tea, glancing at Yuchi who was inspecting the decor.

My throat is parched from questioning, and this guy is checking out the decor? Is the decor more attractive than I am? Song Yinghan felt deeply helpless, and couldn’t help but ask, ”Yuchi, do you think I’m as arrogant as they are?”

”No, you’re way better than they are, or I wouldn’t pursue you,” Yuchi replied casually.

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”Thank you for your honesty.” Song Yinghan’s face turned slightly red. Does this guy always speak so bluntly?

After calming down for a moment, she muttered to herself:

”I know they’re very arrogant, and rightly so, but I’m investigating a case here. All they had to do was tell me a few things, yet why won’t they? Why are they so rebellious?”

”From their eyes, I could even see a kind of hateful glare. Even though I’m not asking for them to treat me exceptionally well, I really haven’t wronged them. I’m merely asking them questions; once they answer, I can leave and stop bothering them.”

”Yet they won’t respond that way. A few people clearly know, but they just say, ’Oh, sorry, I don’t know. Sorry, Master Song,’ and you look at their demeanor—hardly seems like the Celestial Capital Department folks.”

Beautiful Miss Song mimicked the expression of a female disciple from the Celestial Capital Department, her light brows tinged with slight anger, feeling furious. If Yuchi hadn’t been around stirring the pot, she might have exploded then and there, practically without abandon, exuding sarcastic vibes.

”Ha, don’t worry, these are just trivial matters,” Yuchi chimed in.

”Ah, you’re just dismissing me too!” Song Yinghan huffed.

The Celestial Capital Department’s decor isn’t too bad, Yuchi thought, as he stroked the nearby chair, feeling the texture, while admiring the ancient fragrance of the discussion hall.

Upon noticing Beautiful Miss Song’s gloom, he involuntarily smiled and asked a question:

”It’s just, Yinghan, they’re not like me. They wouldn’t dare pursue you; knowing they won’t end up with you, why should they help you like I do? Why heed your words?”