Chapter 006: Planting Beans and Reaping Beans

What Yang Han did not know was that when the news of his escape reached him, the constable Chen Yang felt quite pleased, as he believed he had repaid the favor he owed to Yang Han. He was a person who valued gratitude and reciprocity. Yang Han only knew that he had a good relationship with Chen Yang, but he was unaware of the reasons why this constable was willing to associate with him. There were some things that he had done and forgotten, but Chen Yang remembered them, and had always remembered them.

Then the constable disappeared, and Yang Han squatted on the threshold, dazed for a while. A sudden chill swept over his entire body, causing the hairs on his skin to stand on end. He recognized that constable; having served as a "street officer" for so long, how could he not know the constables here? To speak of it, the two had a decent relationship, and he did not believe that this constable was deceiving him.

Yang Han did not know if he could have saved her if he had not fainted at that moment. Although he was skilled, it did not mean he could handle such bizarre occurrences. It was simply not something that could be caused by human effort.

Such situations are certainly rare, but the bizarre scene from last night was one of them, thus he fainted cleanly and decisively. When he awoke again, the officials had not yet arrived, but the people in both the front and back courtyards were already up, all busy with various tasks... some hurriedly braving the rain to report to the authorities, others supporting the weeping elderly lady, the madam, and the two ladies who returned to the back courtyard to provide comfort, while others tidied up the courtyard, hence the so-called blood all over the courtyard... Indeed, it was an exaggeration by Brother Yun.

Yang Han climbed up the locust tree in the side yard, leaped over the wall, and plunged into the alley, filled with gratitude towards the constable who had hinted at his escape; this was a life-saving grace. Chen Yang, the name of that constable, he remembered!

At that time, Yang Han happened to pass by and saw this scene, stepping forward to break up the situation. Not only did he skillfully and decisively assist Chen Yang, this novice constable, in resolving the predicament, but he also took care to preserve his dignity while speaking.

After he took the food and came out with the food box, when he was about to return to the hall to share the meal with others, he walked up to Yang Han and paused for a moment, as if he had not seen him at all. Lowering his voice slightly, he continued to express his thoughts in a tone only Yang Han could hear: "It seems that I will have to resort to the usual methods of my official position, capturing some unrelated individuals to take the blame, so that it won't be difficult for everyone. I just wonder who the unfortunate soul is, facing disaster without even realizing it!"

Due to the government's assessment system for constables, there is a strict deadline for solving major cases; otherwise, they face punishment and a reduction in salary, which is unbearable for anyone. Therefore, when it becomes difficult to handle serious cases and there are no other options, they will find some unrelated individuals to take the blame. Naturally, it is best if these individuals are also rascals or troublemakers, as this will not provoke public resentment. Yang Han was aware of these matters, but he never imagined that one day, such a thing would fall upon him.

Yang Han listened and couldn't help but glance up at him. The constable did not lower his head but continued to walk forward. Yang Han watched his back, noticing that he held a food box in his left hand and pressed a waist knife with his right hand. Suddenly, the right hand that was pressing the knife handle left it, and with the palm resembling a blade, it appeared as if he was naturally waving his hand while walking, yet it was clearly a fierce slash directed downward to the right.

However, he did not expect that as dawn broke, the constables of Jiankang Prefecture would arrive at his residence. Having not slept all night, he felt a gnawing hunger and went to the kitchen to ask for a bowl of porridge, which he topped with a few slices of pickled vegetables. Just as he squatted on the threshold, trying to make do with a meal, he unexpectedly heard that he was to become a scapegoat, accused of the heinous crimes of murdering his master and a maid, which would result in severe punishment.

What he heard was merely a hint. At that moment, he was squatting on the threshold of the kitchen, drinking porridge, having only consumed half of it. A constable entered, also asking the cook for something to eat, and without waiting for the cook to inquire, he took the initiative to express his sentiments: "Take more dry food and prepare a few side dishes. Ah, being a constable is not an easy job. The magistrate is furious; we must catch the murderer within a month, or else face twenty lashes and a year of salary deduction. If we fail to catch the murderer in another month, we will receive another twenty lashes and another year of salary deduction. Such a cunning murderer is not easy to catch; our constables in Jiankang Prefecture are bound to have bad luck." The magistrate is furious; we must catch the murderer within a month, or else face twenty lashes and a year of salary deduction. If we fail to catch the murderer in another month, we will receive another twenty lashes and another year of salary deduction. Such a cunning murderer is not easy to catch; our constables in Jiankang Prefecture are bound to have bad luck.

He took over his father's position as a constable, and since he was his father's only son, this duty naturally fell to him. However, his temperament was not particularly suited for the role of a constable; he was introverted and shy, and he was not very articulate. When someone made a few sharp remarks at him, his face would flush red, and he would feel a knot in his chest, unable to muster even a single response. Moreover, the tendency to resort to violence when provoked was not something one would expect from someone of his disposition who had just begun his career as a constable.

Yang Han gently wiped the water stains from Miss Youge's face with his own sleeve, softly caressing her a few times, and helped her close those eyes that had already lost their luster. As he looked at her still contorted in extreme pain, a mysterious flame ignited in his heart, growing ever stronger.

However, this does not hinder his fondness for Miss Youge. With her charming appearance and pleasant temperament, he cannot clearly define whether he regards her as a friend, a girl he likes, or a little sister with whom he can joke and play. In any case, he likes her

The hint from the constable was quite obvious; he was not blind. If he still could not understand, he truly deserved to die. Stupidity should lead to a foolish death. Thus, he struggled for a while, hesitating whether to believe the official's "clear mirror high above," but ultimately felt that he could not gamble with his life, so he fled immediately

Laugh? What is so funny? Laughing as if a worn-out shoe has burst its seams, do you enjoy being treated like a mere object by the constable, being summoned and scolded at will? This constable is a cultured gentleman, treating you as a person, engaging in conversation with you, yet you cannot endure it, which is nothing but self-deprecation.

Yang Han has a little-known heart condition. When he encounters a significant change, the impact on him is so great that it can lead to seizures and fainting. This phenomenon also manifests when he is truly anxious or concerned about a person or a matter, causing his heart to race suddenly like thunder, resulting in unstable breathing and making his speech intermittent.

Only Yang Han, alone, was guarding the small side room in the front courtyard, silently keeping watch by the side of the young maid, Miss Youge. He had never considered marrying Miss Youge. A wife? In his heart, the woman he would spend his life with remained a vague image; he was uncertain about what kind of woman he would be willing to share his life with.

This sentence has always been remembered by Constable Chen. Three years have passed, and today, he has become an experienced old constable, and is a trusted confidant highly regarded by the head constable. However, this matter has always lingered in his mind, and today, he has finally repaid this favor.

When Yang Han was escaping, he surprisingly pretended as if nothing was wrong and finished his porridge, then strolled back to his room and took away all his savings and valuables. He knew that a group of constables, faced with a difficult case, were discussing finding someone to take the blame, and had already targeted him, but they had not yet taken any actions to solidify the case against him. Therefore, he still had time. However, knowing that he was about to be framed for murder, he remained so calm, which indeed showed his character. He knew that a group of constables, faced with a difficult case, were discussing finding someone to take the blame, and had already targeted him, but they had not yet taken any actions to solidify the case against him. Therefore, he still had time. However, knowing that he was about to be framed for murder, he remained so calm, which indeed showed his character.

Regardless of who the murderer is, regardless of his reasons, he deserves to die, he must die! That damned murderer also killed the magistrate, and he cannot escape; the Six Doors will surely capture him and bring him to justice! Yang Han could only find some solace in this thought.

It was already the fourth watch of the night, and the rain had lessened; the downpour would ultimately not last long, yet it continued to fall in a gentle drizzle. There was not a single drop of blood left in the courtyard, as the rainwater flowed away in torrents. The womenfolk had all been assisted back to the rear courtyard by their caring family members, who inquired about their well-being. At this moment, if one did not show their concern in front of the head of the family, when else would they do so

Yet this does not allow him to find solace, nor does it enable him to cast aside his sorrow, melancholy, and guilt with a clear conscience. The ice spikes that emerged from Miss Youge's body are melting at an accelerated pace due to the rain, and as a result, the blood beneath the corpse board is dripping more and more.

But now, she is dead, having turned into a terrifying corpse

Thus, when he first undertook the task, he was cornered by a pair of rascals, leaving him in an embarrassing situation on the street, becoming the laughingstock of everyone. At that time, the neighbors were laughing, the vendors and passersby were laughing, and even the old constable who had come with him was laughing so hard that he doubled over, showing no intention of stepping in to help.