Doctor Mei hurriedly checked the other man's pulse and pounded the ground, exclaiming, "His poison is much faster than the Eight Immortals crossing the sea!"

The Prince of Nanxiang was not dead; he had merely sent out a scapegoat in an attempt to force Tianjuan to relinquish his power. However, among the newcomers were the renowned physician Mei, who was well-versed in medical principles, and Tian Rushui, who knew the ins and outs of the noble practice of raising assassins.

I wonder where the other person is hiding now, and whether they're so angry they've lost their temper.

A case without even a deceased person has lost its meaning.

The thirteen heroes left, cursing and swearing. He Chongtian yelled, "Don't let me find out where that bastard is hiding! If I do, I'll kill him on behalf of Tianjuan!"

As Xiao Fengque walked, he sighed, "It's the darkest place under the lamp. If I were the Prince of Nanxiang, I would hide in this mansion and honestly endure for three days. There are hundreds of people in the mansion. Even if Tian Juan peeled the skin off everyone's faces one by one, it would still take three days."

“If I were Tianjuan,” Yan Sandao chuckled, “I would kill everyone in the entire household, better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.”

Ta Xuelai disagreed, saying, "Although Tian Juan is an assassin, he would never do something as lowly as indiscriminately killing innocent people."

"Tch. You men are always putting on that sanctimonious facade," Yan Sandao scoffed. "What about the Xiao family...?"

"Where are we going now?" Xie An suddenly spoke, cutting off Yan Sandao's words. "The Prince of Nanxiang is not dead at all, but Tianjuan has not been captured either."

Xiao Fengque walked ahead of the crowd with an expressionless face and his eyes fixed straight ahead. As he walked, his foot suddenly stepped on something soft.

Xiao Fengque stopped in his tracks and lowered his head.

That was... a sachet.

When everyone saw Xiao Fengque stop, they all looked down at the ground, their gazes pausing in unison.

Three feet in front of the sachet at Xiao Fengque's feet lay a corpse.

The corpse, dressed in a soldier's armor, lay alongside several other dead bodies. These were all soldiers of the garrison who had just been killed by the chivalrous warriors.

Xiao Fengque suddenly realized something, leaped up, and pressed down on the corpse's face!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a thin membrane was slowly lifted. Beneath the disguise mask appeared a face that, though shaved, was still aged.

Madam Du exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward: "Your Highness!"

The King of Nanxiang is truly dead this time.

Xiao Fengque's expression shifted unpredictably as he gripped the sachet tightly.

The group of heroes were all taken aback. They looked at each other in surprise.

Yan Sandao immediately said, "Let's all count together how many people we just killed!"

He Chongtian said, "I killed three."

Ta Xuelai looked ashamed: "I couldn't control myself and killed someone."

Xie An said calmly, "I have not killed anyone."

The others chimed in, some saying one, some saying two.

“I killed two. Including yours, that makes ten.” Yan Sandao counted the corpses. “The bodies lying here, one, two, three… that’s also ten.”

"Tianjuan...is he among us?"

A moment of silence fell over everyone. Suddenly, the most prestigious among them, Ta Xue Lai, said, "We all have different fighting styles. If we examine the wounds on the corpse, we'll know who did it."

Everyone agreed, and they all stepped forward. Their lives were at stake; this time, they dared not trust anyone around them.

Of those present, only Doctor Mei hadn't intervened. He readily took on the responsibility of performing the autopsy.

The autopsy results were shocking.

"The palm technique on the deceased's body seems to be... Xie Shaoxia's kung fu."