Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Axia's clothes were all taken off, revealing her rotting body.

Qing Xiao took a handkerchief and handed it to Qing Yun, "Block your nose with this, the smell is too strong."

Qingyun waved her hand, "No need."

Smell can also be a very important clue during an autopsy.

When the corpse appeared in front of her eyes, Qingyun felt a sense of depression. And there is something very wrong with this corpse.

Qingyun narrowed her eyes dangerously, "Qingge, record!".

"Yes." Without Qing Xiao's instructions, Qing Ge had already picked up paper and pen and was ready to record.

Qingyun's heavy voice slowly flowed out, "The deceased was a female. The body was seven feet long. There was no abnormal development in the early stage, but poor development in the later stage. Time of death...".

Qingyun looked at Qingxiao. She could only determine the approximate time, not the exact time. Qing Xiao should know. With one look from Qingyun, Qingxiao knew what she was going to ask.

"Today, it has been exactly twenty-five days."

"Did you remember it?" Qingyun nodded and turned to ask Qingge.

"I've written it all down," Qing Ge wrote quickly with a brush, and he remembered every sentence Qing Yun said.

"Lift her hair and take a look."

Qingyun got closer to the corpse and followed Zuo's movements to observe the head of the corpse.

While looking at it, he said: "Black hair, a large area of ​​scalp damage, serious pull injuries, and old and new overlaps. A large area of ​​hair fell off, and there were some blunt force injuries on the head. It seemed like it was beaten with stones, bricks or sticks. Yes, it’s still old wounds plus new wounds.”

Hearing Qingyun's words, Lao Zhou screamed anxiously and tried to break free from the shackles of the Yamen servant. The people around him also began to whisper.

Qingyun ignored them and continued: "Turn her head over."

As Axia's head was turned around, Qingyun controlled the hand she wanted to extend and carefully observed the back of Axia's head.

"The cause of death was found. It was a blunt force injury to the back of her head. The blow was so heavy that it caused bone fractures. If such a wound is not stopped in time, she will die from excessive blood flow. It is visually estimated that it was hit by something like a hoe or shovel. of".

"How could this happen? Didn't Lao Zhou say that he died after knocking himself on the table?"

"Yes, yes, why do you need a hoe?".

"Old Zhou is a butcher who sells pork, where did he get the hoe?"

"Yes, look, the princess has been looking at the scholar just now. Isn't it because she likes him and wants to atone for him?"

"I think it's possible. After all, that scholar looks like a pretty boy."

The people outside were talking enthusiastically, but they were far away and couldn't see anything. But the people inside could see it clearly.

Although it cannot be done as accurately as Qingyun said, the basic wounds can still be seen.

Qing Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold breath suddenly spread from his body. The color of his eyes is gloomy.

The words that came out of his thin lips were as cold as ice: "Slandering the royal family is a capital crime!".

Qingyun is the princess. Although she has nothing to do with the royal family, with this status, she can be considered as half of the royal family.

Qing Xiao's words instantly calmed the people outside, and none of them dared to speak anymore.

Qingyun just paused and said: "Continue, look at your face."

The commander Axia's face was facing Qingyun. Axia has always kept her eyes open since her death, and they still remain open to this day. Some of them didn't dare to look at each other, so they just looked away.

"Touch her face to see if it is hard."

The man pressed his hand and found that it could not be pressed down. "It was hard and there must have been bleeding on the face before death."

"Yes, open her mouth again."

Wuzuo opened her mouth, and Qingyun took a tongue depressor from Wuzuo and stuck it into her mouth, trying to pry open her tongue. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the tongue.

Qingyun's throat seemed to be blocked by something. She wanted to speak, but was choked and couldn't.

Wuzuo glanced at Qingyun and said: "Without tongue, the incision is neat, it must have been cut off. The teeth are loose and fallen out, and they were beaten with fists."

Qingge's recording hand paused for a moment, and when he started writing again, the ink became heavier.

The people around him took a breath in surprise, and some even covered their mouths.

Qingyun said in a choked voice: "Go on, there are strangulation marks on the neck, but no signs of struggle. I thought about committing suicide before I died, but I didn't succeed."

"Twenty-seven stab wounds on the arms and chest, twenty old wounds and seven new wounds."

"The nipples on her chest were cut off and there were fifteen burns."

"There were also strangulation wounds on the waist, five stab wounds and three burns."

"There were lacerations, stab wounds, and burns to the private parts."

"Legs, seven stab wounds and six burns."

"The third finger on his right foot was cut off, and all the toenails were violently pulled out."

"There are countless bruises all over my body."

Qingyun's voice became deeper and deeper, colder and colder.

Until the last sentence came out, she stood up, suddenly not knowing what to do.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, no one spoke, and even the sound of breathing was so small that you could hear a pin drop.

As she spoke word after word, she went from doubting at first, to believing later, and now to disbelief.

What kind of inhuman treatment did she receive during her lifetime to be like this?

Lao Zhou also followed Qingyun's words and gradually became quiet. Until now, he lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had accepted his fate.

However, how could such a person accept his fate? Qingyun didn't believe it, "Take the cloth off his mouth."

At this time, everyone seemed to come to life. The yamen servant took away the cloth that sealed Lao Zhou's mouth.

"Speak for yourself," Qingyun looked at him.

"There's nothing to say. Isn't this all in front of me? You are right. I just beat her and beat her to death. She is my wife and my person. I can beat her however I want. I You can do whatever you want to her, you have nothing to do with her."

Lao Zhou seemed to be crazy and shouted at Qingyun, his eyes were scarlet, like a wild beast that had been losing its mind.

"So, you hid her body to let it rot and hide the traces. You slandered Ji Er to find an excuse for killing yourself."

"So what, but it would be a pity to die. I haven't had enough fun yet, hahahahaha."

Lao Zhou laughed crazily, and his laughter echoed throughout the trial hall. It was obvious that this was his true nature.

The people around him were all sighing, "Bah, I didn't expect him to be such a person and treat his wife like this."

"I've noticed it a long time ago. If you drink every day and don't go home until midnight, you are a drunkard."

"She pretended to be so nice to her wife in front of the neighbors. It's really disgusting to think about it now."

Qingyun did not comment on what the people said. People are like this, whatever they see is what they see. Always believe in what you see, and always stand on the so-called "just" side.

"Go to his house and dig, he should have buried the tools of violence."

"Okay, I'll send people to dig out now." Qing Xiao agreed and sent people out.

Qingyun sat back on the main seat and looked at Ji Er, who was still kneeling straight on the ground. Although Qingyun was carefully examining the autopsy just now, she still looked at Ji Er from the corner of her eye from time to time.

With every autopsy result from Qingyun, he would have a stronger reaction. If Qingyun had not stopped, or more serious things were detected, there is no doubt that Ji Er would have killed Lao Zhou on the spot.