Seeing Zhang Zitong's face flushed with excitement, Zu An remained noncommittal: "You think the Seventh Master was murdered?"

“That’s right,” Zhang Zitong nodded. “The Seven Great Ones are cautious by nature and highly skilled in cultivation, so how could they possibly have accidentally fallen into the water and drowned? What troubles me is that his autopsy showed no problems, and all the evidence indicates that he died in an accident.”

Towards the end, there was a sense of grief and indignation, as if he was blaming himself for his inadequacy, for not being able to find the murderer and avenge him.

Zu An looked at Xiao Jianren: "Have you examined the Seventh Lord's body?"

Xiao Jianren was taken aback: "Miss Zhang has already had her checked..."

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly shuddered and realized he had made a mistake.

Zu An gave him a deep look. This old guy actually made such a mistake. It seems he's really like a withered tree in spring, completely bewitched by this woman.

Zhang Zitong wasn't stupid; she immediately realized what was going on: "What, you suspect I'm faking it?"

"It's just routine business, Miss Zhang, please don't take it to heart," Zu An continued. "Where is the Seventh Master's body? Don't tell me he's already been buried?"

“Of course not,” Zhang Zitong said with a straight face. Although the other party said that, it was obvious that they doubted her, so it was no wonder that she was in a bad mood. “The Seventh Master’s body is stored in the building, and there are people specifically assigned to guard it.”

The building she was referring to was not the embroidered pavilion in the imperial palace, but rather the office of the embroidered envoys in various regions, all modeled after the embroidered pavilions in the capital.

"Let's go take a look." Time was tight tonight, so Zuan went straight to the point.

Although she was a little annoyed by the suspicion, Zhang Zitong admired him a bit; this gold medalist was indeed more professional than the people under his command.

She quickly led the group to the office of the Embroidered Uniform Envoy of Yi County. The Embroidered Uniform Envoys who were left inside were all very excited when they saw Zu An's gold-embroidered robes. Finally, another gold medal had arrived.

Since the incident involving the Seven Masters, they have been like rootless duckweed, living in constant anxiety.

Soon Zhang Zitong led everyone to the backyard and signaled the guards to open the door. A blast of cold air rushed out.

She explained, "I was worried that the Seventh Master's body might decompose and destroy some evidence, so I specially found an ice coffin to store it. I also asked a rune master for the corresponding runes to protect it."

These methods certainly cannot guarantee that the body will remain incorrupt indefinitely; otherwise, everyone in the world with the capability would do it this way. However, they can preserve the body for up to a few months. Zuan approached the ice coffin, gently pushed open the lid, and inside lay a particularly thin figure.

He sighed inwardly. This was indeed the seventh-ranked gold medalist. He had fought alongside the seventh-ranked gold medalist when he passed through Yi County. Although the other party was wearing a mask at the time, his special physique and aura could not be faked.

This was the first time I had ever seen the face of the seventh-ranked gold medalist. He had an ordinary face, the kind that you wouldn't notice twice if you threw him into a crowd.

Actually, a face like this is most suitable for being an Embroidered Robe Envoy. After all, if everyone were as handsome as me, they would attract attention wherever they went, and how could we carry out our daily work?

He reached out and touched the seventh-ranked gold medalist, channeling his vital energy to examine his internal condition. He found that the seventh-ranked gold medalist had no other injuries or signs of poisoning.

Of course, he wasn't a professional in this area, so after the inspection, he signaled to Xiao Jianren to go ahead.

Xiao Jianren is quite the all-rounder. He knows a thing or two about autopsies. If he weren't usually so dull and socially awkward, he wouldn't have been overlooked for so many years.

Xiao Jianren put on gloves, took out a small knife, and bowed to the seventh-place gold medalist: "Excuse me."

Zhang Zitong's eyelids twitched: "After examining the Seventh Master, we stitched up his wounds. Now it's happening again... I didn't expect that even after the Seventh Master dies, he will suffer the pain of weapons."

Upon hearing her words, Xiao Jianren's hand trembled slightly, worried that he might displease the goddess.

Zuan said in a deep voice, "I have worked with the Seventh Master before and I know his personality very well. I think he also hopes that we can find the real culprit and will not care about these things."

Hearing him say that, Xiao Jianren was relieved and then cut open the body of the seventh-ranked gold medalist to examine it carefully.

Zhang Zitong couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she turned around and looked at Zu An beside her: "Eleventh Master, did you cooperate with Seventh Master before?"

Zuan nodded: "That's right, and it was just a few months ago."

Zhang Zitong was somewhat surprised, never expecting that the two of them would have this kind of practice. A strange light flashed in her eyes, and she opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed her words back.

Seeing Xiao Jianren's actions, Zu An felt a surge of unease. The work of a forensic doctor was indeed not something an ordinary person could do.

He looked away and asked the girl with the high ponytail, "Who is the most trusted subordinate of your family's seventh master?"

Zhang Zitong puffed out her chest proudly: "The Seventh Master is reserved and keeps his distance from everyone on a daily basis. If we're talking about trust, I should be considered one of them. After all, we've been like father and daughter for so many years."

"Did he leave you any message or letter?" Zuan asked. This case had no clues whatsoever, leaving people feeling at a loss.

Zhang Zitong shook her head in confusion: "No, why would Eleventh Master ask that?"

Zuan replied, "When I saw him last time, he mentioned that he was investigating a major matter. Judging from his nervousness, it seemed to be of great importance. He might even get himself into trouble because of it. Do you remember anything about this major matter he mentioned?"

Zhang Zitong looked at him in surprise: "I've been pursuing Master Qi for so many years, why have I never heard him mention such a thing?"

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