When He Qiang said that, Gu Xin also glanced under the bed.
He Qiang explained, "The money and land deeds have already been placed in the yamen. They will be handed over to Wang Shunzi's elder brother once the case is closed."
According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, in cases like this, money and livestock would be handed over to the head of the family and his closest blood relatives after the case was closed.
Wang Shunzi's children and grandchildren were all dead, and his parents had also passed away long ago. So, he only had his brothers left, and if his brothers were gone, then it would be his nephews. In any case, the money would be handled based on blood ties.
When Gu Xin got up from the floor, she saw some hair-like things at the foot of the bed. She borrowed He Qiang's large knife and pulled them out.
“Look, doesn’t this look like hair?” Gu Xin asked.
“Third Young Master, Wang Liu’s hair is a bit curly; there are several people with curly hair in her family,” He Qiang explained.
"Really?" Gu Xin was taken aback, then asked, "How old is this Wang Liu Shi?"
“Reporting to the Third Young Master, Wang Liu is fifty-seven,” He Qiang said.
Gu Xin nodded without saying anything, then took a handkerchief and wrapped her hair up.
“This…” He Qiang didn’t understand what Gu Xin meant.
“I just find it a bit strange. Logically speaking, at fifty-seven, you should have gray hair by now. But look at He Qiang, his hair is pure black, without a single white spot. And the texture of his hair doesn’t look like that of an elderly person at all,” Gu Xin said.
When He Qiang thought about how this was the deceased's hair, and how this delicate princess had even wrapped it in a handkerchief, he felt immense admiration for her. Now, seeing it, he also felt that Gu Xin was absolutely right.
“Third Young Master, we can take this hair to the mortuary later and compare it with Wang Liu’s hair. Although Xiao Qiu has shaved Wang Liu’s head, when the case is closed and she is buried, the deceased’s hair will be buried with her, so her hair is still there,” He Qiang said excitedly.
"Yes, that's what I was thinking too." Gu Xin nodded. "We can look around elsewhere later to see if there's any hair like that. By the way, are there any descendants of the Wang family with naturally curly hair like Wang Liu's?"
"The youngest child is, the others, I remember, all have straight hair," He Qiang thought for a moment and replied.
"Okay, let's go to the next room." Gu Xin nodded and carefully wrapped the strand of hair in a handkerchief.
The next room was the room of Wang Siyun, the eldest daughter of the Wang family. He Qiang had already introduced Wang Siyun's situation to Gu Xin.
This is Wang Liu's daughter, born when she was forty. She is two years younger than the eldest son of the Wang family. She was pampered by her parents, three older brothers and three sisters-in-law from a young age. She has a high opinion of herself and is arrogant. She is currently being asked to marry, but she looks down on the young men in the village.
Of all the women, Wang Siyun's death was the most gruesome. Not only did she suffer multiple stab wounds, but there were also knife wounds on her face. Judging from the manner of her death, even Lord Qin suspected that the murderer hated Wang Siyun the most.
Wang Siyun's room was very clean and had many things, all in bright colors. Even the bed curtains were pink. There was a bronze mirror on the dressing table, as well as many silk flower hair ties and jewelry. It was clear that the Wang family really doted on her.
The yamen only took the money that the elderly couple in the Wang family had deliberately hidden. They didn't touch the money that was displayed at the scene of the retrial, but they made a record of it.
Gu Xin looked at the powder scattered on the ground. Wang Siyun hadn't died lying down, but rather sitting on the edge of the bed and then lying face down on it.
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