Song Zhao took a carriage to Dali Temple. When he passed an alley, he faintly heard Fu Nanqian's voice.

She lifted the bead curtain and saw Fu Nanqian holding a man with blood on his face, waving to him from behind.

Song Zhao immediately jumped out of the carriage and ran over, his eyes falling on the injured man's face and frowned.

"What's wrong with him?"

She knew the injured man, who was the coroner who was following his third brother.

The coroner suffered such injuries, which is likely to mean that something happened to the third brother.

The girl's soft voice revealed an unconcealed chill.

Fu Nanqian was inexplicably frightened when he heard Song Zhao's too sinister and cold voice. He raised his eyes and met the girl's dark eyes.

He was afraid to look at her for a moment, and paused for a while before saying, "I just came out to buy something when I saw a group of men in black surrounding your third brother. They knocked this coroner unconscious and took your third brother away."

Song Zhao's pupils shrank slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared, bringing out a rare murderous aura.

She took out the silver needle she carried with her, stabbed her at the specific acupoints of the coroner several times, and woke her up.

Song Zhao lowered his eyelids and suppressed his emotions all over his body, "Who has taken the third brother away?"

"I don't know... I don't know..." The coroner shook his head in a daze, then thought of the terrible scene just now, and burst into tears.

"I, I advised Song Si several times to tell him not to investigate, but he didn't listen. He must have been taken away by those people to silence him. This is how Jingzhao Yin's people were silenced..."

The coroner spoke in a confusing manner, and Song Zhao looked violent when he heard it.

Fu Nanqian knew some news and looked at Song Zhao and said, "It was the disappearance of a girl. Jingzhao Yin's people took over this case before, but half of them died. Later, they were handed over to Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice."

Ministry of Justice.

Song Zhao's lips were pursed and his jaw was tight.

She knew that the Ministry of Justice was the power of the prince. Her second uncle was framed and imprisoned in her previous life. It was facilitated by the Ministry of Justice. In the end, she annexed the second uncle's Dali Temple into the power of the prince, contributing to the prince's successful ascension to the throne.

The coroner's face was pale and frightened, and said in a crying voice, "They had threatened and intimidated Song Sizheng before and asked Song Sizheng to hand over the information they found, and said that today is the last date for Song Sizheng..."

Last date.

These words almost made the resentment on Song Zhao's face rush out.

She remembered the bloody smell she smelled on her third brother yesterday and asked coldly, "Did you see a tattoo of a well on their arms?"

"Yes, there is one...but how do you know, Miss Song..." The coroner was shocked.

Fu Nanqian looked at Song Zhao in shock.

"It's the Ministry of Justice."

Song Zhao's eyes were raised sharply.

The waves there are as cold as snow in thousands of mountains, penetrate into their bones, making people creepy.

Song Zhao gave Fu Nanqian the impression that he was a delicate little fairy, and he seemed to be soft and cute even if he was angry.

But now he realized that the cute girl could be so cool and cool when she got angry.

Fu Nanqian swallowed, "If it is the Ministry of Justice, it is the territory of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, then no wonder he dares to openly take Master Song San away. If you want to save your third brother, we may have to gather from Dali Temple and the Grand Governor..."

Not finished speaking.

Song Zhao took out the black pistol at his waist and slammed it at the reins.

The gunpowder burned the reins, and the carriage broke away and collapsed.

Song Zhao turned over the horse, and his crimson skirt turned into a graceful curve in the night.
Chapter completed!