Upon hearing the little dumpling's words, all four adults in the room showed expressions of surprise.

The coroner, Chen, stepped forward and asked directly, "Little sister, what did you just say?"

The little dumpling continued pointing at the things on the table and said, "That's a little baby, and a little brother at that."

Upon hearing this, the coroner quickly reached out and flattened the mass of meat on the table.

The lump of flesh was fished out of the ditch last night. It had been soaked in water and was swollen into a ball. Now that it was flattened out, it could indeed be seen that it was a fetus.

The fetus appeared to be only five or six months old, with its limbs already fully developed, but its skin was not translucent red, but rather a strange bluish-black.

The coroner, Chen, told everyone, "It is indeed a fetus, about five or six months old."

Mu Jinnian and Zhen Chang'an frowned.

A bluish-black fetus was pulled out of the ditch.

That's not the strangest thing. The key point is that the upstream of this ditch is the imperial palace!

Mu Jinnian spoke up: "It seems this matter involves the royal family."

Officer Xiang, who had been keeping a stern face, finally spoke.

"It's just unclear whether it involves palace maids or concubines."

The room immediately fell into a somber atmosphere.

The little dumpling hugged Mu Jinnian's neck, its eyes fixed on the little brother on the table.

Beside the bluish-black mass of flesh, there was a small, almost transparent figure. Its limbs were tiny, but its head was as big as its belly, which looked very incongruous. Although it had facial features, they were extremely blurry, and its appearance was completely unclear.

"It's the little brother's soul," Qiuqiu whispered to the little dumpling.

The little transparent boy seemed to sense the little dumpling's gaze. He tilted his head and looked over, his little mouth slightly open, tears streaming down his face.

He's crying!

The little dumpling immediately got off Mu Jinnian and ran to the table.

But the table was too high, so the little dumpling had to climb onto the chair and then onto the table.

Looking closely at the little boy, the little dumpling saw the tears on his face even more clearly.

He was in great pain! And he felt so wronged!

Sensing his emotions, the little dumpling felt a pang of sadness and said to the little invisible girl:

"Little brother, don't cry, I'll help you."

Hearing this, the nobody cried even harder, as if he was crying because someone finally understood him.

The tiny, invisible figure curled up and lay on the table.

He couldn't speak, he could only point to his own corpse.

Seeing that the little dumpling was behaving strangely, Mu Jinnian thought she was frightened by the thing and went over to her worriedly.

"Little dumpling, let your brother carry you out."

Zhen Chang'an and the coroner Chen also disagreed with letting the little dumpling stay here, after all, it was too cruel to let a little child see these things.

Only Constable Xiang kept staring at the little dumpling, seemingly lost in thought.

The little dumpling shook its head, ignoring Mu Jinnian, and waved to Qiuqiu instead.

Qiuqiu immediately understood, and in a few moments it jumped onto the table, its little black bean-like nose bringing close to the transparent corpse and sniffing it.

"Ugh! It stinks so bad." Qiuqiu stuck out her tongue.

"But there is a fragrance in this stench, a fragrance that is not from here, but the scent of wild grass from the Western Regions."

The little dumpling patted the ball's head and praised, "The ball is great."

The little dumpling immediately told Mu Jinnian about the discovery of the ball.

"Brother, Qiuqiu told me that little brother smells like Western Region herbs."

"Huh? This puppy can smell these things?"

Coroner Chen grabbed Qiuqiu by the back of the neck and suspiciously pinched his nose.

Qiuqiu shouted, "Hey, you bald rascal, you dared to molest me!"

Seeing Qiuqiu waving and splashing around incessantly, the coroner Chen was even more amused.

"This little dog has quite a temper. Little girl, you said he told you that, but do you think you can understand his barking?"

The little dumpling protected the ball and said, "Yes, I can understand."

The coroner, Chen, became interested, but he was also somewhat skeptical.

"Little girl, how do I know if you're lying?"

Mu Jinnian coughed and gave Chen the coroner a warning look in his eyes.

Coroner Chen touched his smooth head sheepishly.

"Fourth Young Master, Miss Mu, I'm just a rough fellow, please forgive me!"

Officer Xiang pressed down on Coroner Chen's shoulder and said, "I think what the little girl said is somewhat credible. Maybe she has a natural ability to see and hear things that we cannot perceive."

Zhen Chang'an nodded in agreement with Xiang Putou's statement.

Seeing that Zhen Chang'an had nodded, the coroner Chen smiled sheepishly and said to the little dumpling:

"Little sister, your uncle believes in you too."

Little dumpling: "Uncle Bald, is the bluish-black color on my little brother's body due to poisoning?"

When the little girl heard the question, she looked up and stared at her blankly, as if she were very shocked.

The coroner paused for a moment before slowly speaking:

"It may not be poisoning, but the fact that he has no healthy skin all over his body suggests that his mother has been taking strong drugs from the beginning."

As Chen the coroner spoke, he became somewhat angry.

What a ruthless woman!

The child's unusual physique is probably caused by the medication she took.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Tou realized that his mother had been tormenting him all along.

The little nobody let out a painful whimper and collapsed onto the table.

The little dumpling didn't know how to comfort the invisible girl. She lowered her head, feeling confused.

She remembered her mother as the gentlest woman in the world, the one who loved her the most.

But why would the mother of this nobody abandon him and keep torturing him by giving him medicine?

Seeing the little girl looking downcast, Zhen Chang'an patted her head with a pang of sympathy.

"Fourth Young Master, I think I have a lead on this case."

When Zhen Chang'an heard about the Western Regions' creepy plants, he already had a guess in his mind.

These items, which were tributes from the Western Regions, were not suitable for ordinary palace maids.

"It's getting late, let's take Miss Mu back first. I'll let you know if there are any new developments."

Mu Jinnian didn't want the little girl to look at these things anymore, so he picked her up.

Coroner Chen waved to the little girl, "See you later, little sister."

The little dumpling looked back and saw the little invisible person on the table, neither crying nor making a fuss, just lying there quietly.

But the little boy could sense that he was radiating immense sadness.

Mu Jinnian carried the little dumpling out of the Dali Temple, with Constable Xiang following behind to see them off.

The guards at the gate brought over a black horse, and Mu Jinnian mounted it first.

Officer Xiang grabbed the little boy's armpits with both hands and shouted, "Let's take off!"

He lifted her up and offered her to Mu Jinnian.

Suddenly soaring into the air, the little dumpling, who had been feeling down, giggled.

"You're taking care of your little sister, so be careful on the way back," Constable Xiang instructed Mu Jinnian.

"Don't worry, Brother Xiang." Mu Jinnian pulled on the reins. "I've been back in the capital for several days, and we haven't had a chance to catch up yet. I'll treat you to drinks another day."

Goodbye, Brother Xiang. I'll treat you to drinks another day.

The little dumpling mimicked Mu Jinnian's words and gave Constable Xiang a sweet smile.

Officer Xiang laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying, "I'll be waiting for you two siblings."

On the way back, the little dumpling had already gotten used to riding on horseback.

Even after arriving at the Mu family's residence, she was too playful to get down.

In the end, it was the old Marquis and Mu Tingzheng who ran over and carried her back.

After dinner, Mu Ting took the little girl back to her room to sleep early. Tomorrow was a big day for attending the banquet at the palace, and his daughter needed to rest early.

As soon as the little dumpling entered the house, she saw more than a dozen large boxes of clothes placed in the middle of the room.

"Daddy, did you buy all of these for Little Dumpling?" Little Dumpling asked.

Mu Tingzheng: "These were all sent by your Emperor uncle and Empress aunt."

The little girl counted on her fingers. Her father and brother had already bought her dozens of boxes of clothes, and now her uncle and aunt had sent more than a dozen boxes. If she wore one piece of clothing every day, when would she ever finish wearing them all?

The little dumpling kept counting until she realized she didn't have enough fingers to count them all.