The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 230 Speculation
Bo Yi was stunned, his face turned paler, and he looked at Yu Qiansi in disbelief.

"According to the previous pulse diagnosis, the late emperor should have suffered from lung poisoning caused by deficiency of both lung and spleen, stagnation of qi and blood stasis. His condition after death should be similar to suffocation. However, the condition of the corpse is completely inconsistent with the condition."

This is the best soft corpse fragrance, all traces on the corpse are very fresh.

There were several fresh wounds on his chest. Although they were left before his death, the blood had not yet completely clotted. I'm afraid these wounds were the cause of his death.

For people who have been ill for a long time and already have weak spleen and lungs, losing too much blood can easily cost them their lives.

Hearing this, Bo Yi suddenly thought of something and called Shi Moer to finish the job.

After all, this was a royal family affair, and since it had nothing to do with the case, she would not comment on it.

I had no choice but to walk aside and, while they were cleaning up, pick out some precious medicinal herbs that could be sold at a high price and could also replenish my energy and energy, and pack them up.

On the way back, she climbed the rope ladder, and before her eyes were countless intertwined silk threads and figures.

The dark and quiet passage and the perfect climbing exercise allowed her to wander in her mind and return to the white wall of Fajin Hall.

Even though Empress Mingdao Lin was born into a military family and was skilled in martial arts, how could a concubine in the deep palace have such a resolute attitude to -

Yu Qiansi paused, confirming his guess.

——To kill someone.

That’s right, the scars on her body were not the result of self-protection or counterattack, but a decisive way of dying together.

Although there were no outsiders in the prayer hall, if a murderer really broke in and she could not resist, she could just shout for help. Even if she had no servants, other people who came could scare the murderer away.

But there was nothing wrong with her mouth, nose, and throat. It didn't look like someone had covered her mouth and nose, or had poisoned her or paralyzed her.

That can only be her own choice.

She wanted to die together with the murderer.

But in the end he was countered and lost his life.

After climbing to a flat place, Shi Moer threw the bag she was carrying aside, hesitated and stretched out her hand to help Yu Qiansi. After thinking for a while, she pulled down her rolled-up sleeves, patted off the non-existent dust, and then handed it to Yu Qiansi.

Yu Qiansi nodded in thanks, grabbed his hand and strode forward.

While Shi Moer turned around to pull Boyi, she observed her surroundings.

This place was not far from the entrance they came from. Bright orange-red spots could be seen from afar, like charcoal stars falling on black clothes.

She stretched out her hand to block the light, turned her hand over, closed her eyes and imagined the scars she had just seen.

Queen Myeong-do and the murderer had murderous intentions towards each other. And the people who could enter the prayer hall at that time were naturally not ordinary people.

After killing Empress Myeong-dao, the murderer put the blame on Empress Myeong-deok.

She really couldn't figure out who would be the beneficiaries after the death of the two most powerful women in the harem, both with young children?
The Cheng family and the Lin family were both large families with a large number of troops. At that time, no matter who ascended the throne, the new emperor would be supported by his relatives and regents.

The perpetrator would not be selfless and would only want to weaken the power of the foreign relatives, right?
Hearing the noise behind her, she shook her head, opened her eyes, and smiled to herself.

It is ridiculous to try to use the government connections to find the murderer.

Yu Qiansi clenched her fists and shook her head at Bo Yi who gave her a concerned glance, indicating that she could still hold on.

After a short rest, the three continued to maintain their original formation and headed towards the cave entrance.

Yu Qiansi could still feel the tragic wounds on the body of Queen Mingdao through her clenched fists. The clues on the body provided more evidence for her previous guess. After returning to Beijing, as long as she continued to investigate along this line, it would not be difficult to find the murderer.

This is the most down-to-earth approach.

The halo in front of him grew bigger and bigger. Shi Moer, who was walking in front, bent down and took the lead.

Yu Qiansi followed closely behind, and as soon as she went out, her eyes were hurt by the dazzle of sunlight.

Fortunately, it was already dusk and the light was not too glaring, so I got used to it immediately.

Yu Qiansi took out a wooden sign and handed it to Shi Moer: "Take your daughter to Yuli Pavilion after returning to Beijing. As long as you are smart, I will ensure that you and your daughter will live a peaceful and prosperous life."

When Shi Moer heard this, her heart jumped into her ears, and her ears were filled with a loud noise like drums.

So, she wants to save her life?
He took it with trembling hands, lowered his head and rubbed it for a long time, hesitantly asked: "But can my daughter's illness really make her rich for the rest of her life?"

"You agreed to make this trip because you were attracted by my identity as a member of the Yu clan, right?"

Shi Moer didn't expect her to say it so bluntly and was panicked for a moment.

She patted Shi Moer's shoulder and said comfortingly, "Don't worry. Although my medical skills are not good, they are better than most mediocre doctors. When I return to Beijing, I will find the best doctor in the world to treat your daughter."

Shi Moer knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Master Yu, thank you, Master Yu! My life will be yours from now on. As long as you can save my daughter, I will work like a slave for you in the future."

"I neither farm nor travel far, so what do I need cattle and horses for?" Yu Qiansi smiled and waved his hand, giving him a light support so that he could stand up.

"Once the hole is restored to its original state, you should leave as soon as possible. I don't need to teach you how to erase the traces, right?"

Shi Moer nodded heavily.

Bo Yi looked at the sky and reminded, "It's getting late. If we don't go back now, we might be discovered."

Having said that, he led Yu Qiansi back the same way.

As usual, Bo Yi led the way, and the two of them walked slowly along the path they had taken when they came, one in front and one behind. Occasionally, Bo Yi turned around and stretched out his arms to block the branches around her.

But Yu Qiansi could see that after leaving the underground palace, Bo Yi became a little absent-minded. His brows were deeply furrowed, and there was a dark thought in his dark eyes.

It's all her fault. She was too reckless in the underground palace.
She cleared her throat and made small talk: "Thanks for taking the trouble to pick Shi Mo'er. Today, he seems to be a credible candidate, but just now in the underground palace, our attention was not on him. Will he take advantage of the opportunity..."

Yu Qiansi didn't like to just get away with it after doing something wrong. The words of apology circled around her teeth for a few times, but she still couldn't say them.

What if it touches upon his sad past again?

This is the only way to break the current awkward situation.

Bo Yi hummed, as if he was thinking about the possibility, and spoke slowly after a long time.

"You've made it very clear just now. All the gold, silver, food, clothing and daily necessities you need can be exchanged for that sign. Even if he took something he shouldn't have, he wouldn't do it carelessly or cause trouble."

After all, they repeatedly stressed that those gold and jade articles had special marks on them, and were made for the funeral of the previous emperor. There were too many marks, both obvious and hidden, and it was impossible for them to be destroyed artificially. Once they were circulated in the ghost market, they would be seen through by people who knew the goods.

Then, he and his daughter will have no peace anymore.

The darkening sky was like a deep well, sucking in all the sounds around. Bo Yi ended the topic with a single sentence, and the surroundings fell silent again.

The only sound left was the rustling of leaves against shoulders and heels.

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