He wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth. This matter was told by him in his previous life before his father died, but he did not expect it to become a threat.

"How can I know? My father doesn't have to know it. Moreover, my father can rest assured that no one will know about it anymore." After saying that, Shu Bingwen looked at the darkness in the distance, "As for the Fourth Emperor Sister, I will naturally take good care of it. After all, it is my sister, right?"

His eyes revealed a hint of coldness. The emperor originally thought that the prince was mature and steady, but he didn't expect that the aura on his body was already like this? He was not like a child of seventeen or eighteen years old, but more like a person who had been vicissitudes of life for a long time, with more regrets in his eyes.

"Are you really going to marry her? She will not benefit your future."

"Well, I want to marry her, a regretful thing is enough." He tilted his head and looked at his father. The indifference in his eyes made people feel cold, "Well, my future depends on my ability, not on a woman. Will marry a beneficial and unrepaid relatives?"

At the south gate of the second day, a team of guards were ready to go. The prince did not bring too many people in the patrol. Soon a horse followed a carriage, and only the sound of wheels rolling were heard.

"Your Highness, I am late, please forgive me." Xiao Nanfeng got off the horse and saluted. Shu Bingwen just looked at it, shook his hand and said, "It's done on time, where is Miss Mo?"

"Qingyue barely got up, and he was afraid he should fall asleep again in the car."

When Mo Qingyue heard the sound, he reached out and lifted the curtain of the car. Shu Bingwen was wearing black clothes. Because he was not yet old, he just drooped his hair, but it looked extremely beautiful. The enchanting corners of his eyes were even more charming in the foggy situation.

"I'm awake now?" Shu Bingwen saw her cutely poking her head out and asked softly, riding her horse to the side of the carriage, "Isn't awake yet? Why didn't I say anything?"

Mo Qingyue pointed at her eyes habitually, "Your eyes are blue and swollen. Big brother, are you drinking and not sleeping yet?"

"How could you know these?" Shu Bingwen did not sleep all night, and even drank some wine. After smelling himself, he did not smell alcohol.

Of course she knew, this was the basic knowledge, but she couldn't explain it like this, so she just found an excuse and said, "I guessed it, big brother, did I guess right?"

"Well, you guessed it right." After saying that, he stuffed the jade ring in his hand into her, and it was still a little bigger, "It's a reward for you." He rode his horse to Xiao Nanfeng and quickly walked towards Nanshan.

In fact, this kind of outing is the most and least willing to do. What I am happy about is that I can breathe fresh air. What I am not happy about is that the carriage is bumpy for a few days and I am really unable to get there. I am not sick and I am so overwhelmed.

Mo Qingyue felt very uncomfortable one morning, and her morning meal was almost overwhelmed.

Shu Bingwen suggested taking a break in place, but Mo Qingyue ran out. He was surrounded by his own people, so naturally no one took care of him. When he walked to the river, he saw a bunch of people surrounding him.

Out of curiosity, Mo Qingyue stepped forward and saw only a few people wearing yamen runners' clothes dragging a swollen body. Everyone on the shore covered their mouths and noses, but Mo Qingyue walked up to look with interest.

"It's so pitiful, someone jumped into the river and committed suicide."

"How many years is this month? I'm going to be a traitor."

"Who said no?"

All the charges nearby were discussed. Mo Qingyue looked at it. Although it was very swollen and could not see her appearance, her jaw seemed very stiff, and she had no painful expression of struggle. She didn't even have any messy clothes.

"Well... I jumped into the lake and committed suicide again." A man looked at it for a moment, then fanned the air and made a judgment. Several yamen runners were about to carry the body away, but only saw a girl, squatting there and looking at him, and even took out a handkerchief to pick up the hand of the body.

"Who are you? Don't move around." The yamen runner was about to knock Mo Qingyue away, but after seeing the situation on her hands, she felt something was wrong, so she judged whether suicide was too arbitrary.

"I think she might not have committed suicide."

The coroner suddenly walked to Mo Qingyue's side and said loudly: "What do you know, a little girl, go away."

He raised his hand to the corpse, "Look, there is no mud and sand in her nails. If a person commits suicide alive, he will struggle in the water, but her nails are so clean that there is no trace of struggle at all."

"Where is she struggling to die?"

"That's impossible. Even if you look at death, water will pour into your nose and mouth. The uncomfortable feeling will make your body uncontrollably make you resist, but the amplitude is only the size." After saying that, Mo Qingyue continued to hold the veil and try to open his jaw, but it was so stiff that it was difficult to break it apart.

The yamen runner stepped forward to stop him, "What are you doing? Are you afraid of suing for destroying the body like this?"

"I just want to see if she drowned or was thrown away after her death." Looking at the coroner, she smiled and said, "As a coroner, don't you think it's too arbitrary to just look at the surface and say that you commit suicide?"

"I want to see what you have." After instructing several yamen runners to help spread the lower jaws of the body, Mo Qingyue pointed to one of the yamen runners, "For justice, you can use your fingers to test whether there is mud and water plants in her throat."

The yamen runner swallowed and reached out to try, "There is no mud and sand or water plants. Does this have anything to do with whether she drowns?"

"Of course, before a person dies, water will pour into her lungs in large quantities from her nose and mouth. There will naturally be traces of mud and sand and water plants in the throat. However, after a person dies, there will be very little water in his lungs, and naturally there will be no such thing in his throat." Mo Qingyue explained simply, for fear that they would not understand the nouns that were too professional.

"You will know if you press her lungs and stomach again." He pointed to the belly of the corpse. "There is obviously not much water. This jaw is so stiff. It is speculated that it was thrown into the water after the jaw had formed a corpse stagnation one hour after death, but it must still be dissected."

The yamen runner gently pressed the body, and there was no water. He looked at the girl with a little shock. The coroner pointed at her and asked, "How could you know this?"

"Isn't this basic knowledge? You must know about coronership for so many years." He looked at coronership with a smile, but he didn't want to show off. He just looked interesting and showed off his skills. As expected, he has not regressed. He has not memorized theoretical knowledge for so many years.

"So, as you mean, is this person thrown into the water after his death?" The yamen runners continued to ask the girl, but the person who looked up was gone. They searched everywhere and saw the girl standing next to a man in black on the hillside.

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Chapter completed!