The autopsy results of Shen Xingwen were astonishing, directly pointing to the Ministry of War and naturally also pointing to the extremely powerful first-class official Zong Chuke.

  If it's said that there was no substantial evidence before, then now with Shen Xingwen saying this, the weight of the matter is naturally greatly different.

  However, Pei Tan looked at Shen Xingwen and did not say anything on the spot after a long time, but left the main hall.

  "Wait." Jing Wanyu suddenly appeared silently from behind and called out to Pei Tan halfway.

  "Pei Tan looked at her: 'What do you want to say?'"

  Jing Wanyi showed such an expression for the first time, her eyes gleaming with a faint light. Even if there were only two people around her and Pei Tan, she slowly walked towards Pei Tan, her voice soft as a whisper: "If Shen Xingwen can identify people by their hair, if he really was sent by someone to come to the Dalit Temple... then, if he saw the current corpse in the autopsy room..."

  There's no need to say more about the rest. The sudden appearance of a young assassin could become a variable in their plan. And this assassin looks so suspicious.

  Pei Tan's eyes were deep and profound, gazing into the distance at a place that didn't exist, without saying a word.

  ——

  The leader slipped silently into the inner courtyard, his head bowed and making no sound, like a shadow underfoot.

  "Our man was found to have taken poison and died." The leader of the assassins bowed his head and knelt on the ground. When an assassin's mission failed, he had to take his own life; there was no other outcome.

  Zong Chuke looked at them: "Wei Xiang sent you to me and said that you are hiding in the shadows, doing all sorts of things."

  But after taking on two tasks, he failed consecutively. A dead assassin who died from poisoning himself still didn't have a life that valuable.

  The leader of the dead soldiers bowed his head: "Pai County is the top master of the Pai family, he guards the autopsy room, we have tried all opportunities, but cannot touch the body."

  A hint of impatience and ruthlessness flashed across Zong Chuke's face. If it were his subordinate, he would have ordered their execution long ago.

  Several times he has ruined his own affairs, and now he has handed over a big handle to Pei Tan. If Pei Tan uses this against him, can he still...

  Next, yield to this upright son.

  "If you can't get in, take action outside." Zong Chuke looked coldly at the people on the ground, "Use fire to burn down the morgue directly, don't leave any traces."

  Originally didn't want to be so extreme, lest Wei Xiang thought he was incompetent, but now the one who can't get things done is actually a dead soldier sent by Wei Xiang himself.

  The leader of the dead warriors' gaze was like a dark shadow: "Minister, originally subordinates should not interfere with what you do, but you first sent us to hunt down a fireworks woman, and now no matter what you want to destroy that corpse. Dare to ask Minister, what is the connection between these two?"

  Wei Xuanzhen ordered Zong Chuke to find an unidentified corpse and disguise it as a member of the Jing family who had been exiled. Since it was an unidentified corpse, even if it were left in the Dali Temple, nothing would be discovered. However, Zong Chuke instead ordered them to destroy the body.

  Learning of the destroyed corpse, it may not be true, his expression became so terrible again.

  The leader of the dead soldiers slowly lifted his head, which had been hanging down all this time. On his right cheek, there was a deep scar that could see bone.

  Zong Chuke's palms clenched into fists on the armrest: "When did it become your turn, a mere dog, to question the decision of the Prime Minister?"

  Since Zong Huo's death, Zong Chuke's temper has become increasingly violent and gloomy.

  The leader of the dead soldiers stared at him coldly, "...Even if the Shangshu gentleman wants to leave no grass uncut and destroy the corpse, fearing that the Dalishi Temple will see through it, killing the undertaker can also be explained. But...what is the identity of that woman who must be pursued by us?"

  Zong Chuke's face sank and he stared at the leader of the dead soldiers for a long time without making a sound.

  Kill Lin Jingjing.

  The leader of the dead soldiers, Yin Sen, said: "My subordinates have learned that the woman had previously gone to the Temple of Great Wisdom to beat the drum and cry out for justice. The second day after that, His Excellency ordered us to kill her, there must be a connection between them."

  "Get out of here, Secretary Ben!"

  The scar on the leader of the dead soldiers' face looked even more terrifying: "Has the Minister always not allowed us to tell Master Xiang about this matter, or does the Minister have his own plans in mind?"

  Zong Chuke raised one of the teacups beside him and threw it out.

  This time, the leader of the dead soldiers slightly tilted his head, and the teacup flew past his ear.

  Zong Chuke was furious.

  The leader of the dead soldiers slowly raised his cold eyes: "Subordinates have already informed Prime Minister Shang about the recent actions, and I'm sure Prime Minister will understand your intentions."

  Zong Chuke stood up from his chair: "You're just a dog, yet you dare to bark at your master. I spared your life for Wei Xiang's sake, but since you insist on being stubborn, this official will send you to see King Yan right now."

  "Come in!" Zong Chuke suddenly shouted towards the outside of the door.

  The people outside were like dead, and no one came in.

  "Sir," the leader's low, muffled voice echoed in the hall, "since your subordinate is a dog, you'd better not waste your time expelling him. If he were to resist, all the servants of this entire Shangshu Mansion combined would not be his match."

  The meaning of "dead soldier" refers to a situation where one's life is not in their own hands and they are willing to sacrifice themselves at any time for the sake of the mission.

  However, no one said that martyrs can die at will.

  Especially for someone like Zong Chuke, who treats his dead soldiers as if they were his own household slaves, wanting to kill them at will, how is that possible.

  The leader of the dead warriors gazed coldly at Zong Chuke, maintaining his posture, and stepped out of the hall one step at a time.

  ——

  Shen Xingwen walked around in the Temple of Great Wisdom, going to every corner and looking around. He called it getting familiar with the environment of the Temple of Great Wisdom.

  He doesn't seem to be evasive about his identity, and even when asked, he is very calm.

  If this person was sent by Zong Chuke or someone else, it's a bit too calm.

  Jing Wanner stood under the corridor, looking at him. Shen Xingwen had noticed Jing Wanner's identity from the beginning. The Temple of Justice would not have a woman, but when he went upstairs to examine the body, this girl was standing beside Pei Tan.

  Moreover, Shen Xingwen sensed a kindred spirit from her.

  He is a mortician, and the kind of thing he does is similar to dealing with dead people. But how could such a lovely young girl be connected to corpses?

  Shen Xingwen's eyes had a hint of melancholy deep within them.

  Jing Wan'er turned around and walked towards the study.

  Pei Tan looked at her, Jing Wanyu had been watching Shen Xingwen outside for half a day, which was completely different from her previous low-key behavior in the house.

  Perhaps Shen Xingwen's complete lack of disguise also affected Jing Wanyu.

  "This person is either truly clever, using calmness to conceal his intentions." Jing Wanyu gazed at Pei Tan and said, "Or he really is just a temporary replacement for the position of Avenging Official, casually assigned by the Ministry of Justice."

  Pei Tan gazed at her; "Our suspicion of him has already diverted our attention from what it was originally on."

  Doubt is a thing, as long as it exists, it's a shackle that binds. Even if they finally find out that Shen Xingwen has no problem, the process has already consumed most of their energy. It's even diverted the energy that should have been focused on Lin Jingjing and Fan Wenjun to Shen Xingwen.

  Jing Wan'er was slightly stunned for a moment, then suddenly seemed electrified.

  The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. She stared at Shen Xingwen like this, it was also a completely meaningless move.

  Can't help but laugh at myself.

  No wonder Pei Tan has been staying in the study all along, his attitude is no different from usual. Even if he really suspects Shen Xingwen's identity, it doesn't make a difference.

  "Adult." Jing Wanyu returned to her previous gentle tone, "I don't know what you plan to do?"

  "Find a way to take Lin Jingjing to the morgue."

  Jing Wan'er's eyes moved slightly. Although it was inevitable that this day would come, Lin Jingjing's condition still worried her.

  Pei Tuan chose this time to let Lin Jingjing identify the body, he must have considered it carefully.

  After finishing this sentence, Pei Tan lost his pen and seemed to be in deep thought.

  She understood that for a prosecutor who pursued murder cases, only ironclad facts could convince people. As the Minister of Justice, Pei Tan had to set an example himself. In fact, being able to tolerate Lin Jingjing until now was already Pei Tan's magnanimity.

  Jing Wan'er said: "Is the master worried that as soon as Lin Jingjing steps out, she will definitely be discovered by the people of Dalisi?"

  The secret passage only connected the bedroom and study, but it was impossible for Lin Jingjing to walk to the autopsy room without being discovered.

  When she saw Pei Tan's gaze flicker, Jing Wanyan couldn't help but smile faintly.

  "I have an idea."

  …

  Half a time later, Pei Tan looked at the two women standing in front of him. Lin Jingjing was wearing Qu Ying'er's dress, and she had originally been slender. After this period of suffering, she had already lost her shape. Her figure, which was as slender as Qu Ying'er's, was surprisingly identical.

  Just as Lin Jingjing was nervously wiping her clothes with her hand, Jing Wanyu slowly supported her and took two gentle steps.

  Jing Wan'er turned around with a faint smile on her lips: "What does your lordship think?"

  Pei Tan's eyes gradually deepened in color. The two of them, if they didn't look at each other's faces but only at their figures and postures, were surprisingly similar.

  This mustn't be a coincidence.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes smiled lightly as she said to Pei Tan, "I previously taught her how to walk with poise and step, once I style her hair into a bun like mine, she can follow the adults out."

  Pei Tan looked at her and said, "You've been walking around the Temple of Great Rites for two days, not just to monitor Shen Xingwen." To say that it has nothing to do with Shen Xingwen, Jing Wanyu is simply using this excuse to show off in the Temple of Great Rites.

  Jing Waner smiled and lowered her head, but didn't say a word.

  It turned out that everything was already for the sake of today's consideration, Pei Tan couldn't help but stare at Jing Wanyu's clear and bright eyes, only to think about such a long-term thing when taking care of her, this girl's every move revealed a meticulous mind, which was so astonishing.

  After a while, Jing Wanyi finished her hairdo and turned Lin Jingjing around to face Pei Tan: "Sir, take a look."

  Pei Tan looked at Lin Jingjing, and Lin Jingjing still lowered her head slightly: "Wan'er, is this really okay?"

  Jing Wan'er looked at her: "Alright."

  No one would notice a servant's face, and everyone naturally took Lin Jingjing to be Jing Wanyi.

  Lin Jing lowered her head and bit her lip, her pale face revealing her inner emotions.

  "Look at Lin Jingjing for a long time and say: 'You follow me, try not to make a sound.'"

  Jing Wan'er grasped Lin Xiangxiang's hand: "Don't be afraid, you have to remember what I told you before."

  Lin Jingjing was like a drowning person clutching at a straw, her pale face nodding slightly.

  Pei Tan then took Lin Jingjing back to the study, and when he opened the door of the study and saw the sunlight, Lin Jingjing was like a ghost returning to the world.

  She said: "Wan'er girl said, will the adults take me to see Fan Lang, is it true?"

  Pei Tan stood in front of him wearing a plain robe, "It's true."

  Lin Jing's face flushed with a sickly red glow, she looked up at the sun, if all of this wasn't as she thought, "Then can you tell me, sir... is Fan Lang still alive?"