Chapter 64 What else are you hiding from me?

It's no wonder Li Jin is blamed.

He was used to deceit and treachery, used to dealing with false masks, but over time, he gradually lost the ability to face sincerity.

Ever since Li Mu became a traitor overnight, and ever since no one in the court or the public spoke a word for Li Mu, Li Jin no longer believed in so-called sincerity.

He believes more in value and interests than in sincerity and trust.

Looking out at the approaching East Market, Song Zhen said calmly, "When the time is right, I will personally visit His Highness Prince Jing. I hope His Highness can treat that meeting as a business transaction."

He smiled, jumped down from the slowly coming to a stop carriage, nodded, stood beside the carriage, and bowed respectfully.

"It's getting late." After a while, Li Jincai said leisurely, looking at Song Zhen who was standing there with a smile, "I wanted to have a chat with Young Master Song, but I have to leave because of official business."

Song Zhen smiled faintly and bowed, saying, "Respectfully seeing off His Highness Prince Jing."

That's what they said, but the moment Li Jin's carriage started moving and brushed past him, Song Zhen muttered something under his breath.

Inside the car, Li Jin was startled and abruptly lifted the curtain, watching his smiling face disappear into the distance.

Song Zhen raised her head slightly, held up one finger, and made a "shh" gesture.

"With this, I express my sincere desire to do business with Your Highness." After saying this, he took a step back, demonstrating his "goodbye" attitude through his actions.

Inside the carriage, Li Jin stood with his arms crossed, his face extremely pale.

This is definitely a shrewd business.

Song Zhen's words, "Fang Qing is a four-petaled flower," echoed in his ears like a spell.

Last month in Yiyang, Zhou Zheng sneaked into the Fang family's house at night. Among the twelve patterns on the stack of letters he took out from Fang Qing's secret room, four were flowers.

Li Jin chuckled softly, suppressing the immense anger surging in his chest, and gritted his teeth as he spat out four words: "How interesting."

He pondered the name Song Zhen in his mind many times. In all these years, this was the first time he had encountered another person so similar to himself.

There was no mutual appreciation, nor any regret at not meeting sooner; instead, Li Jin felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.

If he and his opponent cannot share the same goals and the outcome is one of discord and estrangement, then he really needs to prepare for a confrontation with him in advance in his own game.

Fang Qing was a "four-petaled flower," and Xu Weiyou, the Minister of Justice, was a "bird." He waved his fan repeatedly as he looked in Song Zhen's direction.

So who is he among them?

That day, Jin Shu finished writing the letter in the coroner's room. Seeing that it was getting late, she put the letter under her books, packed her things, and prepared to go home.

As soon as I stepped out of the coroner's room, I caught a glimpse of Li Jin leaning against the doorway, looking serious.

Under the moonlight, by the light of the lanterns, Li Jin's silent and serious appearance really startled her.

"Jin Shu." He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed. "I'll ask you one more time. Are you really hiding nothing from me?"

Li Jin looked at her with unusual seriousness, his face flickering in and out of the light.

Jin Shu's heart leaped into her throat: "What are you saying, Sect Leader... What could I, a mere commoner, possibly be hiding from you?"

As he said this, Jin Shu felt a chill run down her spine from his sharp gaze and felt incredibly guilty.

She pursed her lips, her back ramrod straight, her face perfectly conveying innocence and grievance. Her mind raced, replaying every single event of the past few days.

She just couldn't understand what went wrong that made Li Jin discover her true gender.

Looking at her innocent expression, Li Jin pondered for a while and nodded: "It's best if there isn't one."

After saying that, he glanced at her and turned to walk into the coroner's room.

In his hand, the investigation report about Jin Rong was tucked into an already opened envelope, revealing a small white corner.

Yan Zhao didn't leave. He was at his desk in the main hall, holding a piece of bone in his hand. Hearing the approaching footsteps, he knew that Li Jin had come looking for him.

He stood up and, just as Li Jin stepped into the room, he had just brewed two cups of tea and pushed them towards him: "Pre-Qingming Longjing tea, there's not much left, so drink it sparingly."

He stared blankly at the face reflected in the flickering candlelight, a face as stern as his father's.

He really does resemble his father, Li Yi, the emperor of the Great Wei.

He took the teacup, placed the letter in his hand on Yan Zhao's table, sat down beside him with an imposing air, raised his chin, and gestured to the location of the letter: "Take a look."

Kraft paper, white Xuan paper, and just a few words, yet they possess the power to shake the world.

Yan Zhao looked up in surprise at Li Jin and said incredulously, "You actually dug up someone's ancestral grave?!"

Li Jin paused, her brows furrowing. She exhaled half of the foam from her teacup and looked at him in surprise: "Next to the ancestral graves, a lonely grave."

After saying that, he flicked the water in his teacup with a look of disgust: "It's about five meters away from her parents' graves, and it's very well protected." He was silent for a while, then put down his teacup and took out an item from his pocket: "We dug this up."

Under the cover of night, in the main hall of the coroner's office, in the dim yellow candlelight, Yan Zhao looked at the translucent white jade comb in his hand, his expression terrifyingly somber.

No wonder that child named Jin Rong looked so familiar in every gesture.

No wonder Li Jin has insisted on going south every year for so many years, no matter how much the court and the public have accused him.

No wonder Jin Shu, a woman, could make the usually calm Prince Jing completely disregard her gender and forcibly bring her back to the Six Doors.

Her masterful corpse-speaking skills were a key element, but the child she called her younger brother was an even more important element behind the scenes.

He looked at the familiar comb, carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, which Emperor Li Yi personally presented as a congratulatory gift when the late Crown Prince Li Mu got married.

Even when she was at her lowest point, Crown Princess Cen did not exchange this item, which would immediately reveal her identity.

"This imperial white jade comb was unearthed from that tomb," Li Jin said expressionlessly. "When Li Mu got married, he presented a special item to all the civil and military officials. Uncle Yan, do you remember?"

How could I not remember? On that day, under a clear blue sky, in the majestic Taihe Hall square, under the watchful eyes of all the civil and military officials, the then Crown Prince Li Mu, dressed in red, personally handed a pair of priceless jade pendants to Cen Shi.

That was a journey of thousands of kilometers along the vast Silk Road, amidst the sounds of camel bells and horses, through long days and nights, as a rare tribute, brought by foreign envoys as proof of the Great Wei's loyalty.

"One of them was found on Li Mu when he was detained at the palace."

Li Jin looked at the fan in his hand, his eyes dark and unfathomable: "The other one is still missing."