After Yu Yuanzheng heard Chunhua's report from outside the door, she wondered how she came.

Shangguan Ziqi just frowned and continued to sleep.

I went to bed too late last night and didn’t get enough sleep.

"Chunhua, don't bother, you have to go and do your work."

Every day, the bishop gets up early and goes to church to pray.

But the day was already bright and the bishop still did not get up.

Martin, the personal attendant, held a copper basin and gently pushed open the door of the bishop's bedroom.

As a result, I saw that the bishop was still sleeping peacefully.

Martin saw that the adult was sleeping so soundly and felt reluctant to disturb him. However, he remembered what the adult had told him before, that if he overslept, he must wake him up. He must not let God know that he was lazy.

Martin put down the copper basin and went to the bedside.

"Sir, sir, it's already daybreak." Martin called out twice in a low voice.

But the adult didn't respond at all. He called a few more times but still didn't wake him up.

He reached out and pushed again, and this time he discovered that the adult's body was so hard.

I touched it again. Why is the adult's body cold?

The discovery horrified him.

He put his hand on the adult's face again, and it was even colder.

He then noticed that the adult was not breathing at all and his body was stiff.

Dead?

Dead!

"The bishop has gone to see God?" Martin murmured.

"The bishop is dead!" Martin came to his senses and screamed in fear.

Then he turned around and ran out, not even caring about kicking over the basin of water on the ground.

His screams woke up the entire mansion.

As he ran he shouted, "The Bishop is dead!"

The news spread like wildfire.

In less than an hour, the square in front of the cathedral was filled with kneeling believers weeping bitterly.

An old woman with a wrinkled face hit the ground with her forehead, and blood flowed down her wrinkled cheeks.

A young man was crying bitterly and praying non-stop while crying.

In the crowd, a muscular man with a face full of flesh raised his arms and shouted: "It must be those Orientals who used witchcraft to kill the bishop."

The news of what happened in the palace yesterday had already spread out, so some fanatical believers believed the bishop's judgment that those foreigners were practicing witchcraft.

The riots escalated rapidly.

At noon, thousands of angry believers holding crosses and icons rushed towards the palace.

The stones hit the palace gate with a dull thud. The guards nervously gripped their spears but did not dare to attack the fanatical believers.

"Burn the heretics!"

"The king must punish the murderer severely!"

"The foreigners are wizards."

"Kill them."

…

Various calls are heard everywhere.

In front of the window on the second floor of the embassy, ​​Yu Yuanzheng clutched the curtains tightly, her knuckles feeling a little numb.

Shangguan Ziqi appeared behind her silently, with a cold smile on his face.

“It seems the effect is better than expected.”

Yu Yuanzheng turned around abruptly: "Is this good? The palace is almost overturned! Maybe those believers will come to the embassy in a while and confront us directly."

"Don't worry, these people have no force. It will be easy for our guards to deal with these believers."

"I hope they still have some sense and don't cause trouble for us."

Shangguan Ziqi slowly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yu Yuanzheng: "The king is more anxious than us. I guess he has wanted to get rid of the bishop for a long time."

The two had just chatted for a few words when a group of thugs rushed towards the embassy.

The embassy guards immediately raised their spears to resist.

As soon as the king learned that the believers were causing trouble, he sent more than a hundred soldiers to guard the embassy.

It can be seen that the king has great trust in Yu Yuanzheng's medical skills.

He would not allow anyone to hurt Yu Yuanzheng and the others.

"Look, we don't even have to do anything, the king's men have already stopped these maniacs." Shangguan Ziqi was very satisfied with the king's actions.

It was worth it for his wife to save him.

Yu Yuanzheng also saw that the guards were fighting hard, blocking the crazy people who wanted to break in, and not letting a single person in.

Hurried footsteps were heard from the corridor, and Jack rushed in in a panic: "My Lord, Princess, the King has urgently summoned you."

"Let's go. We can't cause trouble for the king. We have to make an excuse." Shangguan Ziqi shrugged indifferently.

When the couple arrived at the gate of the embassy, ​​the thugs saw them coming out and rushed over like crazy as if they had been injected with chicken blood. As a result, Qingfeng and the other ten guards knocked them to the ground.

The two of them drove out of the embassy. Jack drove the car himself at a very fast speed, fearing that the believers would catch up with them.

When we arrived at the palace, the heavy atmosphere in the meeting room almost froze.

The king tapped his fingers lightly on the gilded armrest and glanced at every minister present.

Marcus, the Inquisitor of the Inquisition, stepped forward and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, those Orientals must be arrested immediately. Give an explanation to the many monks."

The king's eyes were sharp and he shook his head slowly: "Mr. Marcus, do you have any evidence? The servants and doctors have confirmed that the bishop committed suicide."

"But the believers won't believe it. They need an outlet to vent their anger, and it's not difficult to quell the public anger." An adult's beard trembled with excitement.

The king's eyes fell on Yu Yuanzheng who had just come in: "What do you think, princess?"

Yu Yuanzheng took a step forward, her skirt fluttering: "Open autopsy."

The voice was cold and unquestionable.

The meeting room suddenly fell into an uproar.

Marcus' face turned pale. "How can this be? The Bishop is a messenger of God. How can his body be desecrated?"

"But it can put the rumors to rest." Yu Yuanzheng's voice was clear and calm. "If he died by himself, it can prove our innocence. If he was murdered, we should investigate the truth."

How could Yu Yuanzheng, who taught me this method, leave any clues behind?

Shangguan Ziqi was a martial artist, so manipulating a small silver needle was no problem for him.

With the current technology in Asia, finding the dead is harder than climbing to the sky.

The king's eyes flashed with admiration, and he turned to the captain of the palace guards and said, "Go and ask Pastor Samuel to come."

The tall and thin Reverend Samuel was about to arrive. After hearing the request, he was silent for a long time.

"According to church rules, the bishop's body should not be touched by pagans, but in order to calm the situation, we are willing to make an exception. This is also for the bishop's sake. Let his death be made public. We cannot wrongly accuse innocent people, nor can we let the real murderer go."

Yu Yuanzheng raised her eyebrows after hearing what this person said.

This person should be connected with the king.

It is estimated that he will be the next bishop.

Marcus was speechless.

Pastor Samuel has always been fair and just and is highly respected by the people.

The decision has to be made quickly.

An open autopsy was held in the cathedral at noon on the same day, presided over by Samuel, with the royal physician, the chief medical officer of the church and Yu Yuanzheng participating.

On the carriage to the embassy, ​​Shangguan Ziqi suddenly said, "That Samuel is not simple."

Yu Yuanzheng recalled the pastor's unfathomable eyes: "What did you find?"

"I think he has some tricks up his sleeve." Shangguan Ziqi looked out the window. "I'll go check it out tonight."

The night was as dark as ink, and two dark shadows sneaked into the church silently.

Shangguan Ziqi and Qingfeng came to the cathedral like a fallen leaf, found the residence of Pastor Samuel, leaned against the window, and saw through the gap that he was receiving a visitor.

Shangguan Ziqi had seen this visitor in the palace before, but he did not know his identity.

"Is the poison ready?" Pastor Samuel asked calmly.