Upon observing the young beggar, Lin Yue knew that the hope of extracting information from this lead was slim, yet she still inquired, "Where are you from, and did you deliver this letter?"
"Replying to madam, I am a street beggar from the city, and a gentleman asked me to deliver this letter. He gave me fifty copper coins. I'm just running an errand for someone, and truly, I know nothing else." The young beggar was somewhat clever, aware that he had probably gotten into trouble today and that there might be something wrong with the letter. He answered honestly to avoid angering the homeowner. Their status as beggars was so low that they were considered less than dogs, and if they were to be beaten to death, it was deemed their own fault.
"Do you remember what the uncle who asked you to deliver the letter looked like? Also, where did you meet him?" Lin Yue persisted, hoping to glean any useful information.
