Chapter 3504: Matching Wounds
Time passes by little by little.
From dusk to night, for some people it may be just a blink of an eye, but for others, it is a long wait and torment.
However, for a certain type of people, time is a non-existent nothingness.
These people are dead.
When Zhu Feng walked into the morgue, a foul odor was already spreading. Even though Cui Yuanmei and the others had cleaned it up beforehand, the smell was still lingering. The people accompanying him couldn't help but frown when they smelled the odor.
But Zhu Feng didn't even move his eyes.
He once led troops in the north and crawled out of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. He had smelled smells worse than this. Although he had lived a life of luxury for so many years and had never experienced such a harsh environment, his body had already developed the ability to withstand such suffering.
He walked slowly to the stone bed.
Yongzhou is located in the extreme south, and the weather is scorching. Although there was a late spring cold snap this year, it was merely the end of the winter's strength. Since then, the temperature has been getting hotter day by day. Preserving the bodies in such conditions is not easy. This mortuary was a specially prepared basement, and the bodies were stored not on ordinary wooden beds, but on relatively cold stone beds. So, upon entering, besides the stench, everyone could feel a chill that seeped into their bones.
Zhu Feng looked down at the person on the stone bed. It was Jia Si, who might have helped Xinping escape from the South Courtyard, causing her whereabouts to be unknown.
The body had been cleaned up, and the most eye-catching thing was the knife wound on his heart.
Although he was covered in blood and his chest was a mess when he was brought in, everything became very clear after he was cleaned up. The blade was extremely thin, only a finger wide, and it pierced his chest directly, but stopped just at the back. It can be seen that the person who did it was very steady and a master.
The weapon is also a very handy and sharp weapon.
Zhu Feng turned his head and asked, "When you found him, were there any other clues around him?"
Cui Yuanmei shook her head: "The other party is very neat."
Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "You all go out, I'll take another look."
Cui Yuanmei and the accompanying Jinyiwei exchanged a glance, feeling somewhat puzzled. Now that Jia Si was dead, with only a fatal wound and no other clues, shouldn't the Emperor be rushing to find the Princess's whereabouts? A visit would be fine, but why linger here, and all alone?
But no one dared to ask more questions.
Cui Yuanmei was about to lead the Jinyiwei out when Zhu Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed the Jinyiwei's sword.
"ah!"
The man felt someone grabbing the hilt of his sword and instinctively tried to draw his sword sideways, but when he saw it was the emperor, he quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty."
Zhu Feng said calmly, "I just want to take a look at your sword. Don't be alarmed."
The man was still a little frightened, but he immediately took off his sword and offered it with both hands. Zhu Feng took it and waved his hand, and Cui Yuanmei immediately took him out.
After they left and the morgue door was closed, Zhu Feng looked down at the corpse again.
Then, he drew out the sword, pinched the blade near the tip with his fingers, and carefully inserted the tip of the sword into the wound on Jia Si's chest.
The blade fell down inch by inch.
Finally, it reached the deepest part of the wound, and the blade just matched the finger-width wound...
It was unknown how long it took before the door of the morgue opened.
Cui Yuanmei and the Jinyiwei immediately bowed to greet him. Zhu Feng walked out and didn't say anything. He just raised his hand and threw the sword to the Jinyiwei. The man hurriedly caught it, didn't dare to say anything, and immediately hung it back on his waist.
Zhu Feng said, "Your reaction just now was still a little slow."
When the Jinyiwei heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat.
For warriors like them, being touched or even having their weapons taken away is not only a matter of life and death, but also a matter of shame - for them, shame is far more important than death.
What’s even more terrible is that the other party is His Majesty the Emperor.
Although they had heard that His Majesty the Emperor had once guarded Peking and was an invincible god of war, they were young and had not had the chance to see the Emperor in person. Some even had more or less speculation in their hearts that perhaps rumors were just rumors and that His Majesty the Emperor's skills might not be that good.
But this time, he really saw it.
The Jinyiwei sweated profusely and lowered his head, saying, "Your humble servant... acknowledges his guilt."
But Zhu Feng had no intention of punishing him. He simply said, "There's no need to let anyone know what happened today."
After saying that, he walked out.
The Jinyiwei was not stupid either. He seemed to understand something. He kowtowed quickly, stood up and followed him.
The sky was as dark as ink. Nan Yan stood at the window, looking at the sky outside. Her mood was just like the night sky tonight, gloomy and heavy.
At this time, Zhu Feng walked in from outside.
Nan Yan hurried over, her eyes wide open, eager to dig out some good news from Zhu Feng. However, Zhu Feng looked down at her, sighed silently, and said, "We haven't found her yet."
Upon hearing this, Nan Yan almost burst into tears.
Although she kept telling herself to hold on, the one who was missing was Xinping, her own daughter, and this was not a simple willful runaway, but someone was plotting against her, and someone even died!
What exactly does the mastermind behind this want to do? Will he hurt her...
All this made Nan Yan extremely anxious.
Zhu Feng raised his hand, grabbed hers, squeezed it, and then said in a deep voice, "Don't panic."
Nan Yan said: "But until now, the mansion has not received any news."
They had originally hoped that the mastermind behind the scenes would send news after capturing Xinping, so that they would at least have a clue, but now, the person is missing and there is no news.
For Nan Yan, it was like being trapped in a pitch-black night.
The feeling is suffocating.
Zhu Feng said solemnly, "Although you don't know who is behind this, you should understand that the more panic you cause, the more opportunities they have to take advantage of you."
Nan Yan glanced at him, bit her lower lip, and nodded helplessly.
Zhu Feng then led her into the room. Nan Yan said, "Didn't the emperor go to see Jia Si's body? Why did he take two hours?"
Zhu Feng calmly took off his coat and handed it to her, saying calmly, "Well, I'll take a look for a while."
Nan Yan couldn't help but frown.
The morgue is just outside the city, not too far away. If there was no delay on the way back and forth, then Zhu Feng would have stayed in the morgue for more than two hours, right?
At this moment, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some dry grass debris on the hem of Zhu Feng's coat.
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