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The closest people often turn out to be the ones who leak information. I have worked hard to reach this point; I cannot afford to lose. Anyway, that murderer will eventually come for them. If they die a step earlier, it will be a great help to me.
Zheng Moru silently recited a few verses from the Sutra and softly muttered, "Forgive me, forgive me." Then he began to talk to himself, wondering if those evil spirits would come again tonight.
Like Zheng Moru, the entire Jingjing City was speculating about this question. The first time they came was for the sake of the country, sacrificing themselves as Warriors. The second time, they appeared as ragged figures in various clothing, yet all with bloated forms.
It was only after the court's discussions reached the common people that everyone realized these were indeed the souls of the northern folk. Only they would wear such heavy clothing, and they carried tools like sickles and hoes.
What connection did these northern folk ghosts have with Zheng Moru?
Curiosity lingered throughout the night, but no news arrived. When dawn broke, the gates of the Loyalty and Righteousness Marquisate swung open, and several servants rushed out towards the Ministry of Justice, the Minister of Justice, and The Office of Censors.
They hadn’t gone far when they were stopped by monitors from various departments. What had happened in such a panic?
Death. People were dead.
An Officer casually asked, "How many more have died?"
"Most of the household is dead! The young master and the ladies are all gone—over a hundred people!"
"What?! What about the Loyalty and Righteousness Marquis?"
"The Marquis is still alive, but he seems off—he neither cries nor speaks. In this cold weather, he stands in the courtyard like a statue and ignores anyone who tries to talk to him."
"Quick! Take us inside!"
Qi Xiaomian received the news and entered the Loyalty and Righteousness Marquisate a moment later. He saw white cloth scattered everywhere and casually lifted a few pieces—poisoned. This method did not match previous cases.
In past incidents, deaths had been staged as accidents, which was why investigations were difficult. But this time it was poisoning. Sang Qingxiao had once said it was one person seeking Revenge; how could two vastly different methods appear? Was it that they couldn’t wait any longer?
Qi Shuo approached quietly and whispered that one hundred and four had been poisoned while one was stabbed to death—the head steward of the household.
"What about the murder weapon? Has it been found?"
The dagger lay beside the body, showing signs of having been wiped clean. The cloth used for wiping was also discarded nearby. But did this cloth hold any clues?
Qi Shuo stepped aside to block Zheng Moru's gaze as he unfolded the cloth. There were several indistinct fingerprints on it. Qi Shuo pointed at a ring mark left by a finger.
Is that a ring?
Zheng Moru is indeed wearing one on her hand.
Qi Xiaomian has some doubts about him, but at this moment, she is more certain than ever.
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