Li Hongyuan stood up, looking at the torn strips of paper, and said, "So, are you saying that Mu Jian knew in advance that someone was planning to break into his secret room, and that he deliberately left this note in the basin?"
"That's exactly right!"
"Don't you think, that's a little unreasonable?"
"What's unreasonable about it? If you don't want others to know, don't do it. Mu Jian poisoned the concubine, committing such outrageous acts, it was bound to be exposed sooner or later. He set this up in advance, so if someone found out, he could frame someone else. If no one found out, he could safely escape."
Li Hongyuan laughed: "These are all your evasive words. Do you have any evidence to prove that this note is fake? Could your father's handwriting also be fake?"
"Handwriting can be imitated!"
"The imitated will always be fake."
"Then let's get someone to verify it!"