Chapter 130 The Tragic Case of Being Rejected by the Ministry of Justice

Since returning from Tangxia Village, Yan Zhao has been particularly considerate in putting Jin Shu through hell mode.

Several thick stacks of books on poisons were piled up on Jin Shu's desk, forming a small hill.

"I only gave you a brief explanation earlier, it seems you're learning quite quickly." He raised his hand and slapped the book twice, causing a thick layer of dust to swirl high in the sunlight.

"These books have been around for decades, and finally they have a successor." Yan Zhao leaned forward and spoke mysteriously, "In the Great Wei, those who die under swords and clubs are mostly people outside the walls, as for those inside the walls..."

As he spoke, he clapped twice.

Jin Shu coughed as she brushed the dust off her face, frowning as she said, "I understand, Master. I will definitely study hard."

“Hmm…” Yan Zhao straightened up and squinted slightly. “You learn these things, and I’ll tell you about the messy relationships in the palace later.”

"Huh?" Jin Shu's hand, which was brushing away dust, froze in mid-air. "Why would I need to learn this?"

But Yan Zhao solemnly declared, "In order to withdraw unscathed."

He chuckled lightly: "Cases inside the palace are not like those outside, where you can speak frankly. When it comes to cases inside the palace, your first consideration should be how to protect yourself."

He looked at Jin Shu and said, slowly and deliberately, "In the palace, protecting yourself is equivalent to protecting the truth."

Jin Shu understood what Yan Zhao meant, but what she didn't understand was... the palace was currently calm and peaceful. Even if there were any disturbances, Yan Zhao would be there, and it wouldn't affect her at all.

Seeing her slightly conflicted expression, Yan Zhao took a deep breath, raised his hand, and patted the top of her head: "Study."

Then, without saying anything more, he gently placed a bag of sesame candy behind him on the book: "I find the imperial kitchen's pastries too sweet."

After saying that, he clapped his hands with a look of disgust and walked out the door on his own.

Jin Shu looked at the thick stack of books and the small bag of sesame candy on top of them, grimaced, and let out a sigh.

Then Yan Zhao's voice came from the courtyard: "Stop sighing and complaining. Take advantage of these peaceful days to calm down and study hard."

If Jin Shu were the King of Hell in the Five Elements, cases would arise wherever she goes.

At this moment, Yan Zhao was like a mouth blessed by the Five Elements; whatever he said would bring disaster.

Peace and tranquility? Jin Shu looked at Li Jin and Feng Chao blocking the doorway, and had no choice but to put down the book she had just turned three pages of.

"Well, as Your Highness instructed, I went to the Ministry of Justice first after the murder case." Feng Chao raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The Ministry of Justice was quite polite at first, but as soon as they heard that it was a commoner and a murder case with no clues, they immediately treated me like a football ball and politely sent me to the Six Doors."

Li Jin stood with her arms crossed, her silk outer garment embroidered with ginkgo leaves, backlit, the golden leaves radiating a hazy light.

He looked at Feng Chao and smiled slightly: "In that case, it will be much more aboveboard for Lord Feng to come to the Six Doors, so as to avoid being impeached again for forming cliques for personal gain."

"Oh dear!" Mentioning the accusation of forming cliques and engaging in corruption that he was inexplicably impeached by the Minister of Justice a few days ago, Feng Chao was furious: "It's absurd, a completely fabricated matter, how can it be made into something so incredible? It's not like I haven't gone to the Ministry of Justice before, and every time I went there politely and was politely sent out."

“He says he’s forming cliques for personal gain, but he should at least take on a case!” Feng Chao glared, his beard bristling, and clicked his tongue.

He then sighed, turned around, cupped his hands, and gave Li Jin a deep bow: "This humble official really did not want to cause trouble for Your Highness, but this humble official is completely ignorant of reasoning and solving cases. He can only judge trivial family matters. On matters of life and death, he dares not be arbitrary, nor does he want to deceive the people and force a confession."

At this point, he bowed deeply: "I earnestly request Your Highness Prince Jing to lend a helping hand once again and give the people peace of mind."

Feng Chao knew that if he came to Li Jin for help now, Li Jin might not be willing to take the case.

Two opposing voices have emerged between the government and the public due to the repeated successes of the Six Doors in solving cases.

One side argues that Li Jin is a dissolute playboy whose brilliant case-solving skills are merely a stroke of luck, entirely due to the coroner he picked up from Jiangnan.

One school of thought argues that even luck depends on the right time, place, and people; since someone has some ability, they should be given important responsibilities.

After six years of lying low, Prince Jing now stands at a crossroads of choices.

If he wanted to maintain his reputation as a carefree prince, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to refuse Feng Chao's case.

Li Jin remained silent, but Jin Shu, somewhat puzzled, peeked out and asked Feng Chao in a low voice, "Lord Feng, what kind of case is it?"

Feng Chao paused, looked up at Li Jin's smiling face, and smiled with delight: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Originally, Jin Shu was wondering what kind of case the Ministry of Justice would just listen to and then reject.

Upon seeing the scene, she noticed that one of her eyebrows was higher than the other, and realized that perhaps the Ministry of Justice had no reason to refuse.

It was truly too tragic.

The victim was an elderly man over sixty years old, lying on his back in the inner room, his eyes wide open, head to the east and feet to the west, fully clothed.

Blood was visible all over his body, spreading from the edge of the table, onto the walls, and on the window frames.

The thin summer quilt covering her was soaked with blood. After lifting the quilt, her dress was so stained with blood that its original color was no longer visible.

Outside, the victim's wife and granddaughter knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably. Feng Chao, disregarding everything else, repeatedly comforted them.

“Yunfei will be there soon.” Seeing the pity in her eyes, Li Jin glanced at the people outside the house. “The first one to discover it was the white-haired old man. He thought the victim was sleeping, but when he lifted the lid, he was stunned.”

Jin Shu took a deep breath and said "Oh". Just as she was about to speak, she heard Li Jin say again: "The cases that Feng Chao gives are usually quite serious. He will find his own way to handle small cases and they won't be sent to the Six Doors."

He glanced at Jin Shu's face: "You should at least have some idea of ​​what's going on."

Jin Shu felt there was something strange about those words.

"Is the sect leader worried about me?"

Li Jin was taken aback.

Jin Shu looked at him with a somewhat indescribable expression, and waved her hand: "This level is not even as good as the decapitated second young master of the Chen family. How could it scare me?"

Watching her turn around and bend down to tie her hands, Li Jin opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.

How can she not look like a young girl at all!

After the painter and Yunfei had clearly depicted the interior of the room, Jin Shu bypassed the bloodstains on the floor, stood in front of the bed, and gently lifted the thin blanket in her hand and placed it aside.

She touched her forehead with her fingers; the warmth was still there. She carefully untied the blood-stained ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), looked at the scene before her, and frowned slightly.

Looking at the everted wound, Jin Shu counted the number of fatal injuries, "one, two, three".

"The deceased was a woman, and the time of death was within an hour and a half. The murder weapon is suspected to be a sharp weapon such as a dagger or a spearhead. We will need to take it back to find out the specifics."

She paused, then turned and glared at Li Jin: "There were seven or eight stab wounds on his left chest alone, four of which were fatal, all penetrating his lungs and piercing his heart. The victim likely died from excessive blood loss and died on the spot."