At this moment, an indifferent and cold voice came from the secret room, "Cheng Engong, before the truth is clarified, there is no need to be in such a hurry to convict your son. ”

It was Chu Yan's voice.

Shen Lingxi quickened his pace and walked into the secret room.

When she looked at it, she saw that in the corner, Chunjun, who had entered the room one step ahead of her, had already reached out to stop Mu Tiangang's raised hand.

And Chu Yan was standing aside with a clear expression.

He wore a nine-seam leather crown on his head, a vermilion embroidered gold dragon pattern court dress, and a jade belt to tie his waist, obviously coming directly from the palace.

Mu Tiangang naturally didn't dare to disobey the will of the crown prince, so he put down his hand with a heavy look in his eyes, bowed to Chu Yan, walked to the stone bed, knelt in front of the old lady's body, and cried bitterly again.

The cries of father and son echoed in the secret room.

Shen Lingxi's gaze quickly swept around the room.

The body of the ancestor has been examined, covered with a white cloth, and temporarily placed on the only stone bed.

In the middle of the room, on the bluestone floor tiles, there was a large pool of scarlet sticky blood, and a quaint dagger was thrown in the pool of blood.

Shen Lingxi recognized at a glance that this dagger was the one that Mu Huai'an had always carried on his body.

Judging from the traces, this pool of blood is the place where the ancestor died.

Mu Huai'an sat dejectedly on the stone wall not far from the pool of blood.

His slender fingers, messy forehead, and thin sides of his face were all stains of dried blood that had been splashed with blood.

The peach blossom eyes that came from both directions were staring at the pool of blood on the ground at the moment.

The whole person seems to have lost his soul.

Shen Lingxi's gaze swept over his face, and finally landed on the seemingly messy black clay pieces in the corner closest to him.

The clay shards were crudely placed in the shape of a bull's head, and the horns were pointed right in the middle of the room.

In the middle of the room, there was a circle made of black charcoal, hidden in a pool of blood.

This is exactly the same as the secret room in the Yunjiang Palace, the same soul locking array.

No wonder Xie Zhanghua and Xie Zhangting didn't come back all night.

Looks like they're stuck here.

Chu Yan saw Shen Lingxi coming in, walked up to her, and said in a low voice: "Except for the old lady's body, I asked them to guard this secret room and didn't move anything, so that it can be checked for you." ”

As he spoke, his eyes looked at Mu Huai'an, and his deep eyes were dyed with a few hints of worry for the first time, "As for him, ......"

Shen Lingxi knew what Chu Yan was worried about.

He must have guessed that this secret room had something to do with Urda.

Urda escaped from the Yunjiang Mansion with his front foot, and hid in the Wutong Garden of the Cheng'en Mansion with his back foot.

The relationship with the Mu family can be seen.

With Mu Huai'an's temperament, he will not kill his grandmother.

If it was really Urda, he would use Zhu Youshu to control him and kill Old Madam Xie......

Even if Chu Yan can help Mu Huai'an get rid of his crimes, Mu Huai'an will probably be infamous for killing his grandmother, and since then he has felt guilty and collapsed.

This was by no means the result that Chu Yan and Shen Lingxi wanted to see.

Although Mu Huaian was born in the Mu family, he never relied on the prestige of the Mu family to do anything.

He is honest and fearless, punishing evil and promoting good.

You shouldn't have to endure this, and you shouldn't have to leave it in the world.

"Your Highness don't have to worry."

Shen Lingxi said softly: "No matter how powerful Zhu Youshu is, he can't manipulate people at will and do things that go against this person's heart. Otherwise, Urda would not have had to go to great lengths to take advantage of his aunt's death to plant illusions in his mother-in-law......"

"I believe that Mu Shaoqing should only be able to remember the scene at that time for the time being."

Although she said these words to Chu Yan, her eyes kept falling on Mu Huai'an's face.

Mu Huai'an's delicate and dejected eyebrows trembled slightly.

Shen Lingxi said meaningfully: "Mu Shaoqing must know in his heart that there are still many things that he needs to do. He should pick himself up soon. ”

These words made Mu Huai'an's depressed look a little more vibrant, and his eyes were also rekindled.

Seeing this, Chu Yan withdrew his gaze from Mu Huai'an.

Seeing that Shen Lingxi was still looking at Mu Huai'an-

Chu Yan pursed his lips, stretched out his hand very naturally, and lightly grabbed Shen Lingxi's two small hands, clasping them in his palms.

He frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?" Did they not have a hand stove in the carriage? ”

Shen Lingxi was originally rushing over, and the cold air in the early winter morning was pressing, and it was inevitable that his hands would freeze.

"I came on horseback."

Shen Lingxi retracted his gaze, his fingertips shrunk, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand-

"There's not even a charcoal fire in this secret room, it's very cold." Chu Yan lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, and gently instructed: "When you have checked this place, after you have buried the corpse for the old lady, hurry up." I'll take people up there and wait for you. ”

The warm warmth from his palm continued to reach Shen Lingxi's fingertips, causing her frozen fingers to gradually warm up.

Shen Lingxi heard his words, which seemed to be expressing concern, but in fact, he was telling her vaguely that he would take Mu Tiangang's father and son away so that she could inspect the scene.

She nodded solemnly, then simply let him hold his hand, and urged vaguely: "This place is quite dark, it is indeed not the place where His Highness should come, His Highness should go up earlier." ”

The implication is that he is here, and the souls of the dead will not be able to appear.

Chu Yan didn't expect this.

He was silent for a few breaths, and then said, "If Mu Huai'an has been like this, you don't have to worry about him, I will let Chunjun stay with him." ”

Shen Lingxi nodded and replied, "Okay."

Chu Yan felt that her cold little hand had warmed up, so she let go of her hand.

He said aloud to the father and son who were still crying in front of the old lady's stone bed, "Cheng Engong, there are still some doubts in this case, you have to interrogate the servants in your house, you can go up with Gu, so that the crown princess can clean the body of the old lady." ”

When Mu Tiangang heard this, he found that Shen Lingxi was also there.

When Shen Lingxi collected Mu Xue'e's body in Yongtai Palace, he had seen her craftsmanship with his own eyes.

Today is different from the past, and now Shen Lingxi has become the crown princess and the daughter-in-law of the royal family.

can also deign to bury the corpse of his old mother, Mu Tiangang is naturally flattered.

He and Mu Huaijie hurriedly stood up, wiped their tears, and thanked Shen Lingxi, "There is Princess Lao." ”

Shen Lingxi bowed his head lightly and watched sideways as they left with Chu Yan.

Chunjun was originally going to stay, but when he saw Shen Lingxi waving his hand at him, he also retreated.

When they got to the secret room, only Shen Lingxi and Mu Huai'an were left-

Shen Lingxi casually walked into a corner and kicked away those black clay shards.

In the black circle in the middle of the room, three soul shadows instantly appeared.

After the new funeral, Mrs. Xie was trapped in the soul locking array, and she had not yet adapted to her soul body, and her face was still dazed.

It was not the first time that Xie Zhanghua and Xie Zhangting had been locked in this formation, and the moment they lost their shackles, they couldn't wait to float out of the circle.

Shen Lingxi glanced at them, walked straight to the stone bed, and lifted the white cloth covering the corpse of the old ancestor.

What caught my eye was a deep blood mark on the left side of his neck.

She used her fingers as a ruler to carefully compare the bloodstains, and then carefully examined the flesh at the edges of the bloodstains.

After that, I went to check the old lady's hair bun and hands.

After checking these, Shen Lingxi already had a conclusion in his heart.

She straightened up, looked past the old lady Xie in the middle, looked at Mu Huai'an who was sitting against the wall, and asked with a smile, "Mu Shaoqing has ever examined the body, do you really think that the old ancestor was killed by you?" ”

These words not only made Mu Huai'an raise his eyes for the first time, but also shocked the soul of Old Madam Xie in the middle of the room.

"When I woke up, my grandmother was lying in a pool of blood." Mu Huai'an closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I was hit by Urda's Zhu Youshu, and the dagger is in my hand, if it's not me, who else can it be?" ”

"No, no, it's not you." Old Madam Xie's soul floated in front of Mu Huai'an and said to him urgently: "Good boy, it's not you. ”

When she said this, she found that her grandson couldn't hear it at all, and couldn't help but look down at her feet.

The feet are dangling.

Only then did she realize that she had become a ghost.

Seeing this, Shen Lingxi pulled the corners of his lips.

This is the process that the newly lost soul will go through.

From not realizing that he was dead, to not believing that he was dead, and finally accepting that he was a dead soul.

This process of acceptance varies from person to person and can be long or short.

Shen Lingxi withdrew her gaze from her soul body, "Mu Shaoqing has handled so many cases, how can it come to himself, he has lost his proportion." ”

She said, beckoning to Mu Huai'an, "You come and take a look at this wound." ”

Mu Huai'an knew that she said this, and she must have discovered something strange.

He frowned slightly, got up from the ground, and walked to the stone bed.

Shen Lingxi pointed to the wound on the side of the old lady's neck, "The scar starts from the left ear, and the left side is slightly higher than the right side, which is an oblique stab." ”

She used her hand as a knife, imitating the action of a dagger stabbing her neck, and slashed down at the scar on her neck, making a few strokes.

"If the deceased is killed by him, the wound should be straight."

"If the murderer is taller than the deceased, the wound should be higher than the left side."

She pointed to both ends of the scar again, "Look at here again, the upper part is the knife entry position, and the knife edge marks are deep, and the lower part is the knife exit position, and the knife edge marks are shallow." ”

"With Shaoqing's skills, with such a knife, the entry and exit of the knife should be clean and neat, and there will be no difference between depth and shallowness."

"Shaoqing has been in contact with homicides all the year round, and he should know that only those who kill themselves will take the knife heavily and stop it lightly. This is exactly the case at both ends of the pitch. ”

She pointed to the old lady's neat bun again: "The old ancestor must know that if you are killed, what kind of guilt you will bear in the future, she loved you so much in her life, she can't bear to let you fall to such a point, seeing that you are controlled by Zhu Youshu, she will definitely struggle." ”

"But the ancestor's bun is not messy, which means that she did not struggle during her lifetime."

"Look at her hands, her right hand is in the shape of a fist, if you look closely, is the size of this fist about the same size as the dagger? If you look at her left hand, it's a natural bend. ”

"At the moment of death, the body will stiffen into the posture of death, which cannot be disguised after death. Therefore, the posture of clenching the fist of the right hand must be after the murderer pulled the dagger out of the ancestor's hand. ”

"How could Shaoqing not know about these common sense of autopsy?"

Mu Huai'an's pupils shrank.

He looked carefully at the details pointed out by Shen Lingxi.

"This scar on the neck can only be seen as an oblique thorn." He asked suspiciously, "The depth of both sides of this scar is obviously the same, where do you see that the knife is deep and the knife is shallow?" ”

Shen Lingxi smiled faintly and pointed to the edge of the scar in the lower right, "Look at the flesh on this edge, it is a straight incision, and it has not been curled. Looking at the flesh of the wound on the head, it is curled. ”

"After death, the flesh is no longer tight, and the flesh cut after death will not shrink. Therefore, the position of the knife is the second time that the ancestor has been patched up after his death, in order to make the wound look the same depth and cover up the knife wound caused by himself. ”

Mu Huai'an stared.

Sure enough, as she said, the flesh on the scar was straight.

This is indeed a postmortem wound.

He stood up straight and said with a complicated expression, "Even if my grandmother was not killed by my own hands, she is ...... Die because of me. If I could have been in the dark and hadn't been so anxious to catch Urda back, I wouldn't have been fooled by Urda's Blessing Technique, and maybe she wouldn't have died......"

His tone was full of heartache and self-blame, which made Old Madam Xie's soul tremble.

"Kid, it's all my own decision, no matter what yours do!" The old lady said sadly, "You should know, even if you are not here, I, I have already decided to die, only when I die, can I keep the Mu family and you!" ”

When Shen Lingxi heard this, his gaze finally fell on the soul body of the ancestor for the first time.

I don't know if it's because of the grief of death, or because of the anxiety about the condition of my own grandchildren.

At this moment, Mrs. Xie was in tears, crying uncontrollably.

It's just that there is no remorse in her eyes. It's as if she had been ready for a long time, and once the incident happened, she would be ready to die and carry everything.

Shen Lingxi frowned.

"Auntie." Xie Zhanghua, who was on the side, called to her at the right time, "I haven't seen you for many years, do you remember us?" ”

When Mrs. Xie heard this voice, she cried.

She turned her head in disbelief and saw her two nieces, who had been dead for more than ten years, standing "alive" in front of her.

"Zhang Hua? Zhang Ting? You guys...... How could you ......?"

Xie Zhanghua's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at her and said, "Auntie, after Urda killed me, he locked my soul in the Yongtai Palace, and I was able to escape a few days ago. I heard what you said in the secret room last night...... Can you tell me why you ...... in the first place? Kill me? ”

"No, I didn't kill you." Old Madam Xie staggered back a few steps, "I didn't kill you, I never meant to kill you." ”

"It was Urda, it was he who killed you. His master wants to join forces with the Mu family, so he will do this to you. ”

"It's not that I'm going to kill you, you're my niece, how can I bear to hurt you."

That's often the way people are.

Once the heart is weak, he will say a lot of things to prove that he is right.

But most of the time, the more you talk, the more flaws there will be.

Shen Lingxi leaned on the side of the stone bed, looked at the soul of Old Madam Xie with a faint gaze, and asked coldly: "Since she is your niece, you should hate the murderer who killed her, why did you hide the murderer in this secret room when he was in danger?" ”

"Since you didn't kill people, why did you choose to commit suicide to protect the Mu family?"

"Now that you are dead, Mu Shaoqing has a reputation for killing his grandmother. After your death, Urda deliberately made this kind of murder scene and framed Mu Shaoqing, do you guess he wants to help you save the Mu family, or does he want to destroy the Mu family? ”