Reborn Princess Chasing Her Husband Crematorium

Chapter 16: The Minister of Dali Temple failed to walk out of this door

Zhuang Guangxu was packing things in Dali Temple and preparing to leave.

For some reason, his left eyelid kept twitching like crazy.

Suddenly, a bag of files slipped from his hand.

Zhuang Guangxu bent down, reached out to pick up the case file that fell on the ground, looked up at the darkening sky, and felt a sudden intuition in his heart.

Having worked in Dali Temple for many years, he had an inexplicable intuition about potential dangers. He was very superstitious about this intuition, because he relied on this intuition to avoid hidden arrows from the official circles time and time again, and thus secured his position in Dali. The position of the temple minister.

This is his own secret, not even his first wife knows.

At this moment, his intuition told Zhuang Guangxu to leave here quickly.

So Zhuang Guangxu did this.

He moved his hands faster, and the files he originally wanted to sort out were no longer sorted out, and some things were placed randomly.

Afterwards, he focused on checking some of today's key important files, sorted them out, locked the door, and walked out of Dali Temple.

Zhuang Guangxu's feet moved much faster than usual today. Some subordinates greeted him, but he was not as enthusiastic as before, so he responded with a slight politeness and walked out faster.

The gate of Dali Temple is only 50 meters away, and the sun is setting at the moment, seeming to be waving to Zhuang Guangxu to hurry up.

Zhuang Guangxu started to trot. He must step out of this door today!
Finally, Zhuang Guangxu touched the threshold, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. This was not easy for him who usually kept a straight face.

Zhuang Guangxu opened the door, thinking about what delicious food his wife would prepare for him tonight.

However, the next moment, Zhuang Guangxu was stunned.

A figure broke into his eyes.

His eyelids were twitching wildly.

His years of experience in serving told him that this was just a matter of fact, and the matter he was talking about was probably quite big.

"Adult! It's not good!"

Zhuang Guangxu didn't see clearly who was speaking, but there was a sadness in his heart.

The delicious food prepared by my wife is gone.

Feeling cold in his heart, Zhuang Guangxu has been the minister of Dali Temple for many years, and his ability to hide his emotions and anger can be said to be extremely proficient.

"What's the panic about?"

"Sir, something happened! The old madam of Luanxiang Garden blocked Princess Shu Ning's sedan chair in the street and accused Princess Shu Ning of killing Fang Jixiang, the top star of Luanxiang Garden. Now the whole city knows that they are here with the body!"

"Boom--!"

Dali Temple Qingzhuang Guangxu's brain was struck by a thunderbolt, and his brain was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Under the lightning and thunder, Zhuang Guangxu even felt as if his face was so painful as if someone had slapped him.

Others may not know, but how can they, the old guys who have followed the emperor for so many years, know?

Princess Shu Ning is the emperor's eyeball. As long as this princess does not kill anyone, she will be rich and wealthy for the rest of her life. In the morning, the emperor was happy because the princess handled things properly. How come there was a lawsuit over human life in the evening?

This is a slap in the face of the emperor!
Who is so bold as to dare to touch the emperor's reverse scale?

Are you still making such a big fuss?
Does this keep people alive?

"My lord? My lord?" The person who sent the message was Zicong Zicong, the normal person in Dali Temple. He was on the night shift today. When he saw Shen Qing and his group, he was so frightened that his legs went weak.

After Chang Zicong stabilized the person, he ran to invite Zhuang Guangxu.

"How many people are here?" Zhuang Guangxu asked after calming down. "Except for Princess Shu Ning and Shangguan Lan, I have blocked everyone else outside. Wu Zuo is performing an autopsy on Fang Jixiang's corpse," Chang Zicong said.

"Let's go." Zhuang Guangxu nodded, agreeing with Chang Zicong's way of handling it.

In the end, Zhuang Guangxu still failed to walk out of the gate of Dali Temple.

The main hall of Dali Temple ushered in the defendant who was not the most distinguished, but the most difficult one.

Before Shen Qing came to Dali Temple, she had Tang Zongjiu sent back first. She didn't want these messy things to affect Tang Zongjiu.

Before the two separated, Tang Zongjiu looked at Shen Qing with a deep look, and Shen Qing couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The carriage was sent out, and Shen Qing chose to walk to Dali Temple.

Along the way, Shangguan Lan kept talking, wishing that everyone in the imperial city would know how Shen Qing took human lives so lightly.

Shen Qing ordered the guards not to hurt the people at will, and walked in front of the crowd alone.

Until everyone came to the gate of Dali Temple.

After Chang Zicong heard the news, he did not rush to find Zhuang Guangxu. He ordered the government officials to disperse the gathered people.

"It's over, it's over, when is it? Let's go home and eat!" The government officials began to maintain order.

"Master officer, we can't ignore this murder case!" someone said among the common people.

"Yes, yes, Princess Shu Ning must dare to admit it if she dares to do it!" someone echoed.

"It's not you or me who has the final say who the real culprit is. It's up to the adults to deal with it impartially!" The government officials dispersed the crowd and cleared the street in front of Dali Temple.

The common people were just watching the fun, and they knew in their hearts that there were some things that they couldn't ask too much about. It was better to ask more questions than to ask less questions, so they naturally went home.

After the people outside were dealt with, Chang Zicong found Wu Zuo.

The shroud was lifted, and a headless corpse appeared in front of everyone.

"How can you confirm that this person is Fang Jixiang?" Chang Zicong asked.

"He is wearing Fang Jixiang's clothes! And his body shape is exactly the same as Fang Jixiang's. How can you deceive people?" Shangguan Lan knelt on the ground and cried, "My poor Jixiang died without a complete body."

Chang Zicong was not able to sit in this position because he was no ordinary novice in the workplace. According to the past, as long as they didn't recognize this headless corpse, no matter who it was or what they said, they could definitely say it was slander.

But now the defendant is Shen Qing. Even if it is found to be slander in the future, the dirty water on her body will not be washed away.

Therefore, from beginning to end, it is not important at all whether this corpse is really "Fang Jixiang". What is important is that the bowl of water "Princess Shu Ning killed innocent people indiscriminately" has been poured out. Regardless of whether it is dirty or not, Yu Chenqing They are all the same.

To throw water on Shen Qing is to throw water on the emperor. Who has the courage to do such a thing?

This matter is not trivial, and Chang Zicong would not dare to take it casually, but everyone in Dali Temple manages their external expressions very well. Even when facing Shen Qing, no matter how turbulent their hearts are, their faces remain calm.

"Good luck to Princess Shu Ning, and safe and sound for you, Princess." Chang Zicong saluted Shen Qing.

Shen Qing nodded and said, "I didn't kill Fang Jixiang."

After speaking, she didn't say much.

Shen Qing also knew in her heart that this matter was not something that a small Dali Temple could handle, so she would not embarrass Chang Zicong.

Chang Zicong arranged for someone to show Shen Qing a seat, let him sit in the hall, and even thoughtfully made Shen Qing a cup of tea.

Shangguan Lan knelt beside Fang Jixiang's body and looked at the scene in front of her. She cried while patting Fang Jixiang's body but stopped crying.

I have been crying for a long time and am really tired.

(End of this chapter)