Chapter 407: So delicate

Xiao Yanli was almost going crazy.

He had always been very good at hiding his emotions, and he was very measured in his actions, and he rarely got angry. But at this moment, his face was completely gloomy, his expression was tense, and his eyes were like ice.

Because of Jiang Zhiyu's push just now, he was now supporting the body with one hand, and the other hand was empty, and the palm seemed to be brewing a storm.

The atmosphere around him seemed to have become a bowstring that was fully stretched and could break at any time.

"Ahem."

The sudden cough suddenly attracted everyone's attention and broke the almost stagnant atmosphere.

He Yanting covered his lips.

The scarlet in Xiao Yanli's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the internal force gathered in his palm also dissipated.

He let out a light breath, as if he had let out all the frustration in his heart, and sneered in his heart.

Forget it, just let her take back this life for now.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhiyu asked softly.

[Why are you coughing for no reason? ]

[You didn't get caught in the wind on the roof. ] [You're

so fragile. ]

'Fragile' He Yanting: "..."

Xiao Lingyu: "Puff——"

His laughter was not loud, and everyone's eyes were still on He Yanting, so no one noticed him.

He Yanting waved his hands and said, "It's okay, maybe it just choked me."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes wandered around him, and then retracted to Xiao Yanli. Seeing that Xiao Yanli's face had returned to calm, Jiang Zhiyu's eyes flashed with a trace of regret.

[It will be fine if you go crazy for a while, you can still beat a few more. ]

"Sixth brother, what about the autopsy..."

Xiao Lingyu asked tentatively. Xiao Yanli pursed his lips slightly, and the fingers holding the corpse curled up. Anyone could see the reluctance on his face.

But soon, Xiao Yanli loosened his hand: "I lost my composure just now, if you want to do the autopsy, then do it."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the corpse, his eyes were filled with grief.

Except for the people who were watching, no one was interested in appreciating his acting skills. Jiang Zhiyu flexed his wrist: "Then put it down and I'll test it."

Xiao Yanli didn't hold back, and his sad expression disappeared immediately.

His tone could not conceal his shock: "You, you are coming?!"

But he soon realized his gaffe and hid it: "No need to say that, the prince has already sent someone to call the widower."

"The Ministry of Justice is far away from here, so the autopsy must be done as quickly as possible. The sooner we get the clues, the sooner we can track down the assassin." Jiang Zhiyu looked at him pretending not to understand, but his smart eyes were full of provocation.

The sweat on Xiao Yanli's forehead slowly dripped, and the hands holding the body tightened again and again.

Jiang Zhiyu tilted her head and smiled, the sun was shining brightly, but Xiao Yanli's body was sweating all the time.

"Your Highness has been refusing in every possible way, which makes me feel that there is something else fishy about this matter."

Xiao Yanli shuddered, and finally came to his senses when he looked at Jiang Zhiyu.

She knew, she always knew!

She had known for a long time that this person was not Song Shiwei, so she used the word "autopsy" to stimulate herself!

She was just deliberately playing with herself and seeing her panic!

But he also clearly realized that no matter how much he wanted to kill Jiang Zhiyu at this moment, he could not change his current situation.

If it weren't for Song Shiwei's lingering in the mansion, he would not have fallen into such a passive situation!

The human skin mask may fool the eyes of the coroner, but it will never fool Jiang Zhiyu.

He originally wanted to portray himself as a perfect victim who was completely unaware, but now it was completely the opposite. No matter what he did or said, he would be the most suspicious.

After realizing this, Xiao Yanli calmed down. He put the body on the ground and stood up: "Jiang Yushi is too suspicious, please."

He didn't say another word, clasping his hands in front of his chest, wondering what he was thinking.

It was said before that the most in need of negotiation materials in Shengjing City.

Autopsies are common, but this is the first autopsies on this street, so the onlookers all widened their eyes. Some people showed disgust and covered their eyes with their hands, but they also quietly left a slit.

Jiang Zhiyu half-crouched down, and did not disembowel himself in the street as everyone thought. He just pretended to lift up his clothes and took a few glances, then pulled out the flying knife and handed it to He Yanting. Then, when he stood up, he suddenly said "Huh".

Everyone was a little disappointed that they did not see the scene they expected, but after hearing this "Huh", they perked up again.

What happened?

...

Five men in black knelt in front of Xiao Chuji, and there were two corpses beside them. They were the sedan chair drivers.

One of them turned pale and kept saying, "Your Highness, I can see clearly that the flying knife was not done by me. When I just got into the bridal carriage, she was already stabbed with the flying knife and died."

Xiao Chuji rubbed his brows and flipped through the book on the table.

"Did you see the pattern of the flying knife?"

"Not very clearly. The flying knife was stuck in her body and covered by clothes, but just looking at the handle, it is indeed somewhat similar to ours."

"Somewhat similar..."

Xiao Chuji repeated in a low voice, and the man in black said, "Your Highness, these sedan chair drivers are definitely not ordinary people. From my observation of their martial arts, it seems to be the work of Qian Sui Han."

The sound of flipping the book stopped abruptly.

Xiao Chuji stood up and walked over them. He kicked the body and turned it over to face up. Then he picked up the boiling tea and poured it on the body.

With the sound of water, the marks on the body gradually appeared.

Xiao Chuji's face changed unpredictably. He suddenly raised his hand and smashed the teapot.

The fragments flew everywhere, mixed with Xiao Chuji's roar: "Good! You really have no plan! In order to get rid of me, you can even give up the treasure!"

The men in black were silent and dared not to breathe.

Xiao Chuji obviously couldn't suppress his anger. He paced back and forth in the study room in a irritable manner, his breathing becoming heavier. Then, he suddenly drew out the hanging sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the man in black who spoke first.

Everyone's face was horrified, and the man in black trembled all over. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.

But Xiao Chuji didn't stab him, but the tip of the sword slowly moved from him to another person.

The man was horrified: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare my life. It's not your subordinate, no..."

With a "puff", the sword sank into the man's chest. Xiao Chuji stabbed him a few times as if to vent his anger, and then he spoke impatiently: "Shut up."

His eyes fell on the kneeling man again. Everyone's heart just hung in the air, but a man trotted in from the door.

He whispered in Xiao Chuji's ear for a while, and Xiao Chuji's face changed again. After a while, he said: "Is it really not?"

"The people on the street also saw it, right in front of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, it's absolutely true."

Xiao Chuji laughed out loud: "Good! This guy has shot himself in the foot. Let's go! Go and take a look!"

As the saying goes, it was not unique. Jiang Zhaorong on the other side also received the news.