The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 117 Don't, don't get in the way!

After Bailihe narrated Zhou Zheng's murder of Zhang Shan, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help crying.

"My husband has always regarded Mr. Zhou as his only confidant. I never thought he would do such a thing." Mrs. Zhang's eyes drooped, and tears rolled down like broken pearls.

"Mrs. Zhang, now that the murderer has been found, Mr. Zhang can be regarded as an acquaintance." Bai Lihe didn't tell her about the fake Zhou Zheng.

The identity of Fake Zhou Zheng is not yet known, they should not reveal too much.

Mrs. Zhang nodded heavily, "Thank you, my son, for judging the case like a god, and for giving my husband justice."

Murong Che nodded, "The people of Dali Temple will send Mr. Zhang's body back to the manor in a while, so it can be buried."

A few days ago, in order to find out who killed Zhang Shan, Zhang Shan's body had been stored in the ice cellar of Dali Temple.

Madam Zhang thanked her again, her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Mrs. Zhang, there are still some doubts about this case. I have a few questions. Please tell me the truth."

"Don't worry, my son, as long as my wife knows, she will definitely not lie."

Murong Che nodded and asked, "Madam Zhang, do you still remember that Master Zhang returned to the mansion half a month ago, did you have any unusual behavior?"

"Abnormal behavior?" Mrs. Zhang looked sad, and slowly raised her red and swollen eyes, recalling.

After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth, "I don't remember any abnormal behavior of your husband. If you really want to say something abnormal, I remember that one day after your husband came back from court, he asked me for needlework from a female red. I asked him Whatever he did, he didn't answer me."

Murong Che nodded, "Madam Zhang, can you take us to Master Zhang's study?"

"Okay, my son, please."

Zhang Shan's study room is next to the upper room. Although it is not big, the layout inside is reasonable and tidy.

It's just that a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the table, as if no one has been there for a long time.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly ordered her servants to clean the tables and chairs, "Since my husband passed away, the study room has been locked and has not been cleaned. Don't be disgusted, my son, please sit down."

"No need." Murong Che waved his hand, glanced at the furnishings in the study, and walked directly to the soft couch behind the curtain.

Looking at the neatly stacked dark blue clothes on the couch, he slowly stretched out his big hand, flicked the dust on it, and picked it up.

He glanced at the wrinkled place in his eyes, and stared slightly.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly followed, "My son, this is my husband's official uniform."

"Master Zhang was an upright official in his lifetime, and this son has always respected him. Now that he has passed away, can Mrs. Zhang give me this official uniform as a souvenir."

"This..." Mrs. Zhang was a little surprised, she didn't seem to expect that he would make such a request, she hesitated for a long time before she nodded, "It's your husband's blessing that the son wants your husband's official uniform."

Coming out of Zhang's mansion, Su Qingran glanced at the brocade box in Bailihe's hand, feeling a little curious.

Murong Che ran all the way to Zhang's residence, he definitely didn't just come to comfort Madam Zhang.

However, what did he come here to ask for a piece of Mr. Zhang's official uniform?
Is there any mystery in this official uniform?
After getting into the carriage, Murong Che put the brocade box away, and started flipping through the scroll.

When the carriage reached Suzaku Avenue, with the sound of sharp hoofbeats, Bai Lihe suddenly reined in the reins.

"Yu—" The galloping horse on the opposite side also stopped.

With blurred eyes on the horseback, he said drunkenly, "Murong Che, this king has already given you the gold, don't, don't get in the way!"

　Thank you Eagle in the Wind and My Heart Flying for your rewards. Well, the introduction has been changed. I don’t know if you like it or not.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)