"Not the prince? How is that possible?"
"We all saw the Prince put on this heavy armor with our own eyes! This armor was bestowed by the late Emperor! You old scoundrel, how dare you think that the Southern Prince's Mansion has no one to rely on?"
"Insulting the prince's coffin, and now you want to escape punishment with these lies?"
The soldiers were shouting and making a ruckus, creating chaos in the room. Xie An impatiently fired a shot, taking down the loudest soldiers, and the room immediately fell silent.
Madam Du's expression turned displeased: "I have personally examined it, and it is indeed my late husband's body. Does Doctor Mei really think I would lie to you?"
Doctor Mei's expression remained unchanged as he picked up two objects from the corpse of the Prince of Nanxiang. A stench immediately filled the room.
"Look, this is the liver and stomach of the corpse. They are completely decomposed. If you squeeze them gently, pus will ooze out."
Doctor Mei extended his hands to Madam Du and the leading veteran: "Please come and take a look, both of you."
Doctor Mei carefully used her instruments to pry open the eyelids of the Prince of Nanxiang. She then pointed to the surrounding area.
"The victim's left eye, where he was hit by the dart, has turned black and ulcerated, but his right eye and the area around both eyes are basically intact." Doctor Mei pointed to the corpse's face. "In addition, the left cheek is twice as swollen as the right cheek, but it has not decomposed."
"In terms of the degree of poisoning, the stomach is the most affected, followed by the liver, and then the left eye."
The divine physician Mei said meaningfully, "What kind of miraculous medicine would flow into the stomach and liver first after being inserted into the eye, and then flow back into the eye? I would like to see it for myself."
"This... could it be that His Highness was first poisoned and then struck by a dart?" The guard's face was grim.
Madam Du's expression was grave: "But that only proves that my deceased husband was poisoned long ago. How can it prove that this person wasn't..."
Doctor Mei sneered, "This man has many scars on his body, and his age is similar to that of the Prince of Nanxiang. They even have a slight resemblance in appearance. There is only one flaw that reveals his true nature."
Everyone exclaimed in unison, "What flaw?"
Doctor Mei pointed to a pile of things lying to the side and chuckled, "I remember the steward saying that the Prince of Nanxiang hasn't eaten or drunk anything for two days. Did a ghost stuff all this food and wine into his belly?"
The crowd peered closer, then immediately covered their noses and looked away. The two deformed heroes showed expressions of admiration: "Mei Liangxin, Mei Liangxin, you've really suffered this time!"
Doctor Mei wanted to stroke his beard, but then remembered that his gloves had just been stained with something dirty, so he restrained himself from the impulse.
"If it's not the prince, then who could it be?"
"How is that possible?" the impatient guard couldn't help but retort. "How could anyone in the world happen to have the same scars, birthmarks, age, and build as the prince?"
"Of course it's possible!"
A clear female voice drifted into the room, and the crowd involuntarily parted to make way for her.
The visitor was none other than Xiao Fengque.
Xiao Fengque, carrying a cowering man in black, strode into the house like a victorious general. Everyone turned to look.
Xiao Fengque threw the man in black to the ground, and everyone who saw it was shocked.
The man in black was actually the old butler!
Xiao Fengque clapped his hands and said proudly, "Although Steward Lin is old, he is quick on his feet, making it easy for me to catch up with him."
"Tian Rushui, why are you making things difficult for Commandant Lin!" A soldier from the garrison looked furious.
"So you were just a captain, no wonder you're so skilled." Xiao Fengque chuckled. "Then we should ask Steward Lin why he suddenly decided to steal the 'Prince's' corpse?"
Butler Lin's face turned ashen, and he remained silent.
Xiao Fengque smiled nonchalantly: "I don't need Steward Lin to answer me."
"Gentlemen," Xiao Fengque turned to the crowd and said with a smile, "Many nobles like the Prince of Nanxiang, who value their lives, have the habit of raising assassins."
"Among the suicide squad, there is a particularly special type."
"That is, a scapegoat."
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