0p0 Chapter 820 Autopsy + Revenge
Chapter 820 Autopsy + Revenge
The little kid's childish words can be said to express the thoughts of other children.
Jin Xingman felt as if three pairs of eyes were passing over her. She smiled awkwardly, "My dear Princess, you are joking. If Sister Yan Ke invites us to go to Shouyaotang together, it should be aboveboard. Who would talk nonsense?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door behind her was pushed open from the outside.
Yan Ke walked in slowly, his eyes fixed on Jin Xingman, and asked with a half-smile, "What is Manman saying about me?"
Venus Man: ...
A trace of panic flashed across the little girl's face. She glanced at her guiltily and hurriedly sat down in her seat. She didn't dare to raise her head and muttered in a low voice, "Nothing... nothing!"
Yan Ke withdrew his gaze with contempt and glanced at the other classmates. Seeing that they were all focused on their own things, he no longer paid attention to Jin Xingman. After briefly greeting everyone, he returned to his seat.
At this time, little Yining shifted his gaze away from the wet nurse and quietly observed the expressions of the other little sisters.
Although the atmosphere in Class B is harmonious on weekdays, there are constant small conflicts behind the scenes.
At this moment, Yan Ke suddenly raised her eyes and met the child's peeking gaze. She smiled brightly, "Sister Princess, Princess Anping has gone to the palace today and is not in the girls' school. After school, can you accompany me to Shouyaotang to buy medicine for the raccoon slave? I will then take you back to Linglong Courtyard, okay?"
Liu Zhenying immediately agreed: "I, I, I want to send my sister Princess too. Princess Sister, my father asked me to send a letter to your father. My father said that your father is Uncle Lian's nephew, and also his nephew. With the letter, you can come to his house at any time to ask for his knowledge, and you can also ask him about official affairs."
She raised her head proudly: "My father is the most powerful censor."
However, there was no expression of gratitude on Xiao Yining's face, but he was ranking the generations in his mind.
Her father is Liu Yang's nephew, which means she is a generation younger than Liu Zhenying. From now on, she will have to call her Aunt Ying.
Thinking of this, the little kid stretched out his hand to the little sister and bent it.
Liu Zhenying was stunned and asked in confusion, "Sister Princess, what do you mean?"
"Sister Liu, your father recognized my father as his nephew, so you have to give me a red envelope!" The little kid replied as a matter of course.
Liu Zhenying: =????(??? ????), red envelope? Is there such a term?
The little sister didn't react for a moment, and suddenly felt that her purse was in danger. She quickly changed her words and said, "My sister, you misunderstood. My father said that if your father doesn't understand something, you can come to the mansion and ask him. He will definitely tell you everything. He never said that he would recognize your father as his nephew."
As she spoke, she pushed back the kid's hand that was asking for money, and finally saved her precarious money.
The other children and sisters couldn't help laughing at this scene.
The originally quiet atmosphere in Class B became cheerful because of this little episode.
On the other side, three brothers were standing in the corridor, each holding a bench.
Zhang Liangchuan squeezed between the two old men, rambling on about what happened yesterday, then said, "This morning, my father took the constables to Song Chengyou's grave, waiting for His Majesty to come over. Yesterday, we each had our own story, and I don't know if the body was Song Chengyou's."
"No." The two old men replied in unison.
Zhang Liangchuan was stunned when he heard this, then said helplessly, "Brother Wang, Brother Lin, you're too easy to fool. Although people look alike, some people use this to escape. I think the corpse is Song Chengyou."
Lin Yuzan glanced at him meaningfully: "Brother Liangchuan, the coffin contains Song Chengyou's body."
"Why are you so sure? What if it's an empty coffin?" Zhang Liangchuan asked puzzledly.
Wang Cheng said bluntly: "Your Majesty has given Marquis Xuanping a night to prepare, so the coffin will not be empty."
Zhang Liangchuan: ...
At the same time, not far from the hill where the two academies were located.
Liu Yang didn't know that his daughter almost dug a big hole for him again. He suddenly felt an unbearable itch in his nose. He hurriedly covered it with his sleeve and sneezed violently.
He hurriedly turned his head and secretly glanced at the emperor sitting on the dragon chariot, then turned his gaze back to the grave in front of him. The smell of a rotting corpse still came to his nose.
He followed the smell and glanced at the corpse lying on the straw mat. He sighed inwardly. If this corpse could not be identified by blood, why would he go through so much trouble?
"Lord Liu, if Song Chengyou's body wasn't in this coffin, Princess Zhaoyang would have devoured Marquis Xuanping alive, given his temper. His Majesty would certainly not let him off easily, and the Censorate would have its hands full again."
A colleague beside him whispered something to him, and he immediately replied, "Be careful with your words. Your Majesty has his own wise decision on this matter, and it is not for us, your subjects, to make rash comments."
"Alas, I hope there is a corpse in the coffin, otherwise how can we bear the Majesty's wrath?" The colleague shook his head and sighed.
This sentence also expressed the thoughts of all the ministers present. This year, Yanjing has been bloodbathed by the emperor's wrath twice. If it happens again, the number of familiar faces under the black hats of the people present will probably decrease by one third.
Liu Yang raised his eyes to look at Princess Zhaoyang and Marquis Xuanping. Just one glance, and his heart skipped a beat for this old hand who had been immersed in officialdom for decades.
Princess Zhaoyang stared at Marquis Xuanping with no disguising the hatred in her eyes, and a cold sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.
Although Marquis Xuanping seemed to be gazing calmly at his son's tombstone, the tight corners of his lips betrayed his inner anger.
Seeing this scene, a sentence popped up in Liu Yang's mind: Could it be that Marquis Xuanping really committed the crime of deceiving the emperor?
At this moment, the man in charge of digging the coffin suddenly shouted, "It's out, sir."
Zhang Bufan quickly leaned over to take a look. Seeing that the coffin was unchanged, he nodded to the others. Immediately, Pei Dafu's voice came from behind him: "Your Majesty has ordered the coffin to be opened and the bones examined."
As soon as the order was given, the officials previously named by the emperor held their breath and stepped forward to verify the authenticity of the corpse.
A bowl of blood was taken from Marquis Xuanping and handed over to the coroner of the Dali Temple, who then performed the operation.
The process of examining kinship through corpses is quite simple. One only needs to take out a piece of bone and observe whether the blood can seep into the bone. This is commonly known as the bone dripping method.
Sheng Jingchen waited for the result with a grim expression.
Soon, the people surrounding the coffin shouted, "Your Majesty, blood is seeping into the bones. This is indeed the body of Song Chengyou."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the officials present breathed a sigh of relief. Marquis Xuanping knelt on one knee, his eyes red as he said earnestly, "Your Majesty, please grant justice to this humble minister!"
The emperor nodded slightly, then looked at Princess Zhaoyang, "Do you still have any doubts, sister? That person just looks like him."
Princess Zhaoyang wasn't surprised by this. She walked to Marquis Xuanping's side, bowed slightly, and said insincerely, "Since that's the case, I will order someone to choose a Feng Shui location for Prime Minister Song to move the coffin, as an apology for disturbing him. However, Marquis Xuanping should also be grateful to me. If I hadn't insisted on finding the truth, you might have been wrongly accused and charged with deceiving the emperor."
Marquis Xuanping turned his eyes, which were filled with murderous intent, to meet her playful gaze with a sharp gaze, and squeezed out words of gratitude from between his teeth: "Thank you, Princess, for redressing the injustice of Chengyou."
Princess Zhaoyang smiled with satisfaction. She straightened up proudly and said to the emperor with emotion, "Royal brother, Song Chengyou was my beloved son-in-law. It's a pity that he was short-lived and died young. He was not destined to be with my family Anping. Even in his death, he could not rest in peace. Someone else was impersonating him."
Sheng Jingchen understood what was said and asked in a deep voice, "What does the emperor want?"
"I hope my brother can hand over the body to me for disposal. I want the world to know that even though my son-in-law is dead..."
Princess Zhaoyang's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she continued angrily, "I will never allow others to blaspheme at will!"
The emperor was silent for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the officials present. Seeing that they were all moved by the princess' words, he cursed them inwardly as "a bunch of idiots" and then said calmly, "Approved."
"Let's go back to the palace!" Pei Dafu's voice sounded at the right time.
Marquis Xuanping was still kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, and the overwhelming hatred in his eyes almost made the air around him stagnate.