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Cuizhu is dead.

She died on the recliner that the imperial concubine used to use during her lifetime. The cause of death was the same as the imperial concubine, from poisoning. But the circumstances of her death were different from that of the imperial concubine. The imperial concubine vomited blood and died in a mess, while her face was peaceful and her clothes were neat, as if she was asleep.

Xie Huaichu was the first person to discover Cuizhu's death. He took control of the scene and made a brief inspection.

Xie Huaichu discovered that there were traces of powder on Cuizhu's face, but there was no rouge on her face and no lipstick on her lips. He was a little confused and opened Cuizhu's lips and found a few traces of residual lipstick inside. He looked at Cuizhu's ears again, and there were faint traces of blood remaining in the ear holes. Various traces indicate that the murderer arranged Cuizhu's body. It was probably after she died of poisoning that her orifices were bleeding. The murderer wanted to wipe her seven orifices clean. However, because of the urgency of time, he did so roughly and just wiped the rouge and rouge on Cuizhu's face. The lipstick was wiped off, but not completely wiped off.

Why is this?

Xie Huaichu had two speculations. One was that the murderer of Cuizhu had a close relationship with her, and killing her was a last resort, so he felt a little guilty and gave Cuizhu the last respect; the other was that the murderer wiped the traces on Cuizhu's face. , covering up some secret.

Xie Huaichu felt that the second speculation direction was more likely, but there was currently no evidence of what he was covering up. However, no matter which direction the speculation goes, it means that Xie Huaichu and Ji Yutang's reasoning is in the right direction, and the murderer is the maid next to the imperial concubine.

Next, Cuizhu's body needs to be examined in more detail. Xie Huaichu has experienced few cases and lacks experience in autopsy. Wen Zuo from Dali Temple needs to do another inspection. He took off his gut gloves, raised his arm and rubbed his brow.

Wenming Xin found warm water for Xie Huaichu to cleanse his hands: "All the maids and eunuchs in the imperial concubine's palace have been controlled. When do you think the interrogation will begin?"

Xie Huaichu thanked him and said: "No rush, lock them up tightly first and starve them for a few meals. These are all tough talkers. The case of the imperial concubine has been tried several times in the past few days, and we all thought they had vomited everything." Well, what’s the result?”

Xie Huaichu was a little angry. He had a habit. The angrier he was, the more he would organize the things at hand. Now he folded the handkerchief squarely: "In the end, another life was lost. Doesn't this mean that they are still hiding a lot? Is that okay? Hungry for a few times so that they don’t have the energy to lie anymore!”

Wenming Xin took the handkerchief from his hand and comforted him: "Okay, I will tell the people below to 'take care of'. Don't be angry. There is no need to be angry with them."

Xie Huaichu sighed: "I know I can't do it, but I'm just worried. What do they think of human life?"

Wenming Xin didn't answer. He looked at Xie Huaichu with a hint of appreciation. Wenming Xin was born as an ordinary person, and he was able to gain fame all the way until he came to work in Dali Temple. In the words of his father, it was like smoke rising from his ancestral graves. But what the smoke from the ancestral graves can't change is the gap between Wenming Xin and the men from wealthy families around him. He is just a commoner who got lucky, and is destined to be on a different level than them. But today Wenming Xin saw Xie Huaichu's attitude towards a palace maid, with regret and anger, which was different from others who turned a blind eye. This made him feel that Xie Huaichu was different.

"Brother Mingxin, why are you looking at me like this?" Xie Huaichu felt strange.

Wenming Xin was very embarrassed. He looked away in a panic, his ears turned red inexplicably, and he stammered nervously: "No, it's nothing. Hey, what should we do next?"

Xie Huaichu stared at his red ears and quietly distanced himself from Wenming Xin: "Didn't I tell you, wait for Wen Wuzuo to come and investigate carefully."

He suddenly thought of Ji Yutang's magical ability to make people see the past, so he said again: "You reminded me, I have to find another helper."

"Who is it?" Wenming Xin was curious.

"Mother Ji," Xie Huaichu said, "That's the Lady Ji who is still imprisoned in our Dali Temple."

Wenming Xin didn't react much. He knew from the beginning that Ji Yutang was framed by Ming Huanghuang. He was just curious: "How can she help? Her suspicion has not been cleared yet."

Xie Huaichu was worried about this: "I urgently need her help now, how can I get her released?"

"Unless the officials say something, no one dares to release her. Have you forgotten how angry the officials were at that time? They just want to eat people. Who dares to disobey the officials and let Lady Ji be released?"

Xie Huaichu also knew it, but this gave him an even bigger headache. I originally thought that he would solve the case and rescue Ji Yutang, but now if he wants to solve the case, he must get Ji Yutang's help. Doesn't this lead to an endless loop?

Just when he was extremely entangled, Wen Wuzuo finally arrived.

"Thank you, Master Wen." Wen Wuzuo greeted the two of them while opening the small box he carried with him, which contained the autopsy equipment neatly.

Wenming Xin looked at the sharp blade that shone with cold light and couldn't help but shuddered: "I'd better stay away."

Wen Wu was amused: "Okay, you stand farther away, I will verify the situation and tell you."

Xie Huaichu picked up the writing brush and autopsy manual and said to Wen Wuzuo, "Let me take notes."

Wen Wuzuo nodded, put on his gloves, and covered Xie Huaichu with a piece of silk cloth to cover his mouth and nose, and then began the autopsy. He first observed Cuizhu's body, and then began to touch Cuizhu's skull, neck and other places with his hands to check whether there were any external injuries.

"The deceased wore a bun. He was twenty-one years old, had fair skin, was about five feet one inch tall, and had hair about two feet long. There were no external injuries on his body, and his body was lying on his back..."

After Wen Wuzuo turned Cuizhu's body over, he suddenly paused.

"what happened?"

Wen Wuzuo pointed to the mark near the butterfly bone of Cuizhu: "Master Xie, look, there is a red butterfly mark on the back of Cuizhu!"

Xie Huaichu looked over quickly: "It is indeed in the shape of a butterfly. Is it a birthmark?"

Wen Wuzuo shook his head, and his hands began to tremble: "No, it's not the birthmark, it's the murderer from back then, and the murderer is back!"

Xie Huaichu was confused by Wen Wuzuo's meaningless words: "What did you say? Who was the murderer back then?"

"Oh! Don't you know, Mr. Xie? It's about the second prince who was under the late emperor's knees and drowned mysteriously when he was about to be established as prince?" Wen Wuzuo whispered.

"Is there any connection between the two?" Xie Huaichu asked.

The incident in person was indeed quite a big fuss, but Xie Huaichu was still a little baby at that time and didn't know the specifics of what was going on. He only knew that this matter had always been taboo in the palace, and no one dared to mention it for a long time.