It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 29 The widow makes an autopsy report

The widower came very quickly. She was an old woman in her 60s.

Grandma Ruan's husband is a widower, and she sometimes goes out with him to do autopsies, and she also learns a lot of skills.

There are not many female widows in Luoyang City. Grandma Ruan is old, and many people don't want to work for her to do autopsies.

In this situation, Zhu Mo asked the soldiers to go to Granny Ruan's house and drag her over while she was cooking.

When Grandma Ruan arrived, she was still wearing an apron and her face was dusty.

When she saw Yang Xianrong, she hadn't figured out the situation yet, so she asked carelessly: "Who is dead? You asked me to come here in such a hurry! I charge a lot of money!"

"Bold! The Queen is here, how can I allow you to yell and scream!" Zhang Liangzhao is the chief of the palace. Naturally, he follows the etiquette and instruction first-class. When he sees such a woman, he is not polite at all.

"Grandma Ruan, salute quickly, this is the Queen!" Zhu Mo also said quickly.

"A gift to the Queen." Grandma Ruan took another look at Yang Xianrong and found that she was just a pretty little girl. She didn't have many rules when saluting. She just knelt down and kowtowed in a hurry.

"No need to be polite." Yang Xianrong was not angry, "Go for the autopsy first, and come back later to talk."

"Oh, okay." Grandma Ruan adjusted her apron and asked Chen Wuzuo for his autopsy kit.

Just as he leaned down, he turned back and asked, "Aren't you afraid, the Queen?"

"Don't be afraid, you can start as soon as possible." Yang Xianrong is also doubtful about whether the Ruan Granny in front of him is qualified for the position of a widower. After all, this granny is tall and has rough movements. Even her bun is tied up casually, which is very... Unsightly.

"Who will record it?" Grandma Ruan asked again.

Chen Wuzuo had already walked out, and only Yang Xianrong and Zhang Liangxue were left in the lobby.

"I'll do it." Zhang Liangxue volunteered and wanted to take notes.

Yang Xianrong stood up and said, "Mr. Zhang, please go out too. Just me and Grandma Ruan. It would be good to be able to serve as a clerk for the Beijun Mansion."

"Empress." Zhang Liangxue must have disagreed, "It's against the rules."

"Master Zhang, what are the rules? At this time, do you think I can't do it?"

"No, no, I just feel that this blood stain will offend the Queen."

"This is not blood, this is life, the life of a woman. Who is she? What did she do? Why did she die? What we have to do now is to help her find the answer. What rules are needed?"

"...Yes." Zhang Liangxue lowered his head.

"Hurry up and get out." Yang Xianrong became impatient, "If you need to do an autopsy quickly, I will be stunk to death."

"Oh oh oh, yes, yes. I'm standing here, you can call me anytime." Zhang Liang pointed at the small door leading to the back hall and walked over.

Grandma Ruan covered her mouth and nose with a clean soft cloth, and asked Yang Xianrong to stand farther away. She took out the bamboo sticks and bamboo pliers from the tool box, and leaned down to inspect them.

She moved so fast and started talking.

The people who do things seem very serious and serious.

Yang Xianrong immediately wrote down on the paper:
A young woman, no more than 20 years old, with a sunken face and a cracked skull. She should have died of excessive blood loss.The time of death was four or five days ago.Lame, virgin, no other external injuries.There was black mud in the fingernails and black mud on the soles of the shoes.

After the autopsy was completed, Yang Xianrong asked everyone back to the lobby.

Now it is obvious that this female corpse is not Lin at all.

Lei Dayong cried loudly, "Queen, Your Majesty, adults, you must make the decision for me and seek justice for my dead wife! It must be Su Shun who caused the trouble! He killed my wife! He must be killed!"

Lei Xiaoni was also crying beside her, looking extremely miserable.

Sima Ying's face was naturally extremely ugly, "What on earth is going on?"

"Are you going to interrogate Su Shun again?" Yang Xianrong suggested kindly, "He couldn't have killed the wrong person, right?"

Zhu Mo immediately interrogated Su Shun again, but Su Shun said the same thing as before, and confirmed that he indeed followed Lin into the North Fifth Institute and beat her to death with a sedan pole. "Is it a ghost?" Zhu Mo couldn't help but muttered to himself.

"Where are the ghosts in the world?" Sima Ying frowned and even wanted to beat Su Shun up again.

However, looking at Su Shun's behavior, he is breathing out more and taking in less. If the interrogation continues, this person may become another corpse in the lobby.

Sun Xiu also showed a tired look, "Now that the trial can't produce anything, it's better to put the person on death row."

"Yeah." Sima Ying nodded, and that was all she could do.

The matter was unresolved and everyone retreated.

The Lei family's father and daughter left the Beijun Mansion in tears, and Chen Wuzuo led others to move the body back to Jiaomen Wuzuo's office.

Grandma Ruan did not leave. She stood in the lobby looking at Yang Xianrong with great interest, but hesitated to speak.

Yang Xianrong also felt tired. He cried and fussed for most of the day, and his ears were buzzing.

"This matter is very strange. It seems that there are two murder cases." Sima Ying said to Zhu Mo, "Intensify the inspection of Luoyang City to see if there are any clues."

"Yes, yes." How dare Zhu Mo be disobedient now.

"The case will be solved within seven days. Today is the third day. You have to decide what to do." Sima Ying's tone was very similar to that of Sima Lun, which made Zhu Mo break into a cold sweat.

"Yes, yes, sir, hurry up."

"I will leave first." Sima Ying stood up, suddenly looked at Yang Xianrong, then cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Queen. It's better to return to the palace as soon as possible."

"Yes, I will." Yang Xianrong ignored his scorn and said, "Your Majesty, you have worked hard. Please go back early. I am out today and want to go to the market."

"Isn't this not good?" Sima Ying's brows almost knitted together.

"It doesn't matter, it's just Zhuque Street. I want to see where the arrowhead that burned Fengluan came from."

"The king..."

"No need, go ahead." Yang Xianrong had a headache. With a dark-faced prince following him, could he still go shopping?
"The Queen..." Sun Xiu also spoke.

"Grandpa, don't worry." Yang Xianrong also stood up, "Are you going home, Grandma Ruan? How about going with me?"

"Oh, okay." Grandma Ruan straightened her body, and she was actually taller than Yang Xianrong.

"Empress, I will send someone to follow you..." Zhu Mo also said quickly.

"Hey, no need. Didn't I just say that?" Yang Xianrong waved his hand, "Mr. Zhang, let's leave quickly."

"Yes." Zhang Liang was naturally obedient and followed him in small steps.

Yang Xianrong really had a headache. The air in the lobby was very bad, and she had to endure it.

This time I walked through the gate of Beijun Mansion, facing Zhuque Street.

It was already evening, and the street market was very lively with people coming and going.

"Grandma Ruan, do you have anything to say to me?" Yang Xianrong looked at Grandma Ruan who had followed him out. Her demeanor was much better than when she first met her.

"The Queen..." she shouted.

"We are incognito now, don't shout like that."

"Girl." Grandma Ruan changed her title, "How did you know I wanted to talk to you?"

"Because you didn't tell the truth during the autopsy." Yang Xianrong turned to look at her.

(End of this chapter)