The old man said shakily, "Our master went to the government office. Young Master Tan Maozhi is dead. The county magistrate asked our master to go and take a look. The others followed him. There's no one in the mansion now."
The head constable pointed at the white curtains hanging at the door and asked, "Who did the Tan family hold the funeral for?"
The old man sighed deeply. "Our old madam."
If Tan Maozhi was not dead, he would not have thought much of the death of an old madam. However, now, he felt that something was amiss. "How did she die?"
The old man said truthfully, "She died in her sleep. When she was found the next morning, her body was already cold."
"Died in her sleep…" The head constable hurriedly ran back to tell everyone.
Chu Qingzhi thought for a moment. "Let's go to the county office."
