After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

Qin Suling stood quietly outside the door, her figure lengthened by the mottled afternoon sunlight, but it could not conceal the barely perceptible sadness between her brows.

Inside the autopsy room, the cold white light mercilessly illuminated everything. The scene was like a cruel painting. Even through the half-open door, it was like a sharp ice blade, silently cutting her heart and stinging her eyes.

Aunt Zhao, the stunning and enviable woman of the past, was now lying on the cold stone platform. Her former beauty had turned into a bloody mess beyond recognition.

Her neck bones, twisted and strange, told of the pain she had in life, as if she were the most ruthless sculptor in nature, using death as a chisel to leave behind this heart-pounding masterpiece. The air was filled with an indescribable stench and sadness that made people dare not look directly at it.

Jinxiu stood aside, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and fear.

She turned her face to the side, clenched her hands into fists, and covered her trembling lips tightly, trying to suppress the dry heaving sound that was about to burst out of her throat.

Her brows were furrowed, tears glistening in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. Her tenacity and pain made people feel pity.

"Madam, let's... move to the main hall and wait. Aunt Zhao..." Jinxiu's voice was soft and trembling, full of suppressed pain.

Qin Suling's eyes were deep and firm when she heard that. She slowly turned around and looked at Jinxiu, her voice steady and powerful: "Jinxiu, don't panic. We can't know everything about the world, nor can we change everything. Just make sure you have a clear conscience, and you will find peace. Although Aunt Zhao has suffered misfortune, justice will prevail. We just need to wait for the day when the truth comes out, so that the wronged souls can rest in peace and the real culprit will have nowhere to hide."

Qin Suling's words were like a warm current, slowly flowing into Jinxiu's heart, and her agitated heart gradually calmed down. She tried to move her eyes away from the horrifying scene and turned to look at Qin Suling, with a little more admiration and dependence in her eyes.

Qin Suling, on the other hand, was like a pine tree in winter, standing tall despite the biting cold wind. She peered through the crack in the door, closely following every tiny movement of the coroner. Her face was as calm as water, but it was hard to hide the tenacity and wisdom revealed in her deep eyes.

Soon, the coroner finished the examination and turned to his attendant to report in a low voice: "The deceased fell face down on the ground. The impact was not small. It was obviously caused by someone pushing him from a high place. He had old injuries on his body. There must have been a fierce struggle before his death. Moreover, his clothes were messy and all his property was missing. This situation is very likely a robbery."

As soon as these words came out, the autopsy room suddenly fell into a dead silence, and even the air was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere. Qin Suling heard this and had already made up her mind. She knew very well that there must be unknown secrets and conspiracies behind this, but for the peace of the Marquis's Mansion and for Aunt Zhao's rest, she had to remain calm and uncover the truth of it all.

"What the outside world says is not something we can control." Qin Suling thought to herself, "The key is that we have to give the government a reasonable explanation. It is both a respect for them and a relief for ourselves." She gently adjusted her collar and walked firmly into the autopsy room, ready to step into the complex situation full of unknowns and challenges that would reveal the truth.

The gray sky was like a heavy curtain hanging low, and the drizzle was continuous. At first, it was like a light veil brushing the face, but in an instant it turned into a heavy downpour, ruthlessly washing this world. Listen to the winding path beside the lotus platform, which was already desolate and bleak due to the lack of human footprints. At this moment, it was completely swallowed up by the vast rain and fog, leaving only the sound of the raindrops resonating with the heaven and earth.

The yamen runners who were in charge of carrying the remains had solemn faces and held tung oil paper umbrellas tightly in their hands. Despite the wind and rain, they were still upright, like pine trees in the wind and rain. One of them frowned, and his voice penetrated the dense rain curtain, which seemed particularly clear and deep: "Talking about this sudden bloody storm, I can't calm down. Tinghe Terrace, this quiet place forgotten by the years, is rarely visited on weekdays, let alone on a night like today. Who can have such courage to commit a crime here? Aunt Zhao, a woman who had decided to give up everything and flee with a huge sum of money, why has she been unable to escape from this place of trouble in the capital, but instead encountered an accident in Tinghe Terrace? The twists and turns and conspiracies hidden behind this are really puzzling."

After he finished speaking, his eyes inadvertently swept over Qin Suling who was standing beside him. His eyes were sharp and contained some indescribable deep meaning. Then, he slowly spoke in a low and magnetic voice: "In the past, Tinghetai has witnessed many misfortunes, including the deaths of beautiful women who accidentally fell and died... Is the matter of Aunt Zhao a rekindling of old hatreds? Someone has evil intentions and wants to cleverly disguise a complicated love-hate relationship as a simple robbery and killing to cover up his true purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Jinxiu's face turned pale as paper. She suddenly stepped forward, like a mother eagle protecting her chicks, and stood between Qin Suling and the yamen runner. Her eyes were burning with anger, and her voice trembled slightly with anger: "You are wrong! Are you implying that my wife is involved in this case? This is simply a huge injustice!" Her voice was particularly clear and powerful amid the sound of heavy rain, revealing an unquestionable determination.

The yamen runner sneered, his eyes flickering with a playful look, and replied calmly: "I was just discussing the matter, and I didn't directly identify anyone. Why is Madam so angry?"

Jinxiu was speechless for a moment, and her anger grew stronger. She was about to refute again, but she saw Qin Suling gently raised her hand and stopped her with a gentle but irresistible force. Qin Suling looked indifferent, but there was a trace of barely perceptible worry and determination in her eyes: "This matter is about justice and innocence, and I have a clear conscience. The truth will eventually come to light, and there is no need to rush." ​​Her voice was soft and warm, but it seemed to contain an unshakable force like a mountain.

Just when the atmosphere between the two sides was extremely tense and on the verge of a fight, Chen Zhizhou hurried over. His official uniform was soaked by the rain, which added a bit of majesty and solemnity to his appearance.

He quickly asked the coroner for details of the autopsy, then looked around with a sharp gaze and announced in a deep voice: "All the officers and soldiers have seen with their own eyes that the general's wife has never left the mansion since she returned. Moreover, the distance from the mansion to Tinghe Terrace is long, and it is difficult for someone who is not able to climb walls and fly back and forth in a short time. Therefore, the suspicion of the wife can be ruled out without a doubt."

After saying that, he turned and severely reprimanded the bailiff and ordered him to apologize to Qin Suling.

However, Qin Suling shook her head gently, indicating that there was no need to do so. Her eyes penetrated the rain and looked into the distance, appearing particularly firm and profound: "At this moment, we should focus all our efforts on tracking down the real culprit, giving justice to General Qi and the old lady, and bringing peace to the capital."