Xie An was imprisoned.
The real culprit couldn't possibly be Xie An, but Doctor Mei had no reason to frame Xie An either. Therefore, despite Xiao Fengque's strong opposition, Xie An was still imprisoned in the Nanxiang Prince's mansion's death row cell at Madam Du's order.
The small death row cell could not possibly hold Xie An, but since Xie An had come here in Xiahou Yan's name, a rash resistance would bring trouble to the Xiahou family.
That night.
There was a quiet knock on Madam Du's door.
“Dr. Mei,” Madam Du said, sitting calmly at the table, “what brings you here so late at night?”
Doctor Mei forced a smile onto his aged face: "I came specifically for the reward of 100,000 taels of silver."
Madam Du lifted her eyelids: "Dr. Mei identified the murderer on the spot, which is enough to comfort my late husband's spirit in heaven. The 100,000 taels will be delivered to your residence tomorrow."
"Besides that, there is something else that is more important than 100,000 taels."
"What?"
The divine physician stroked his beard: "I heard that the Prince of Nanxiang left a will ordering all the servants of his household to be buried with him..."
Madam Du was slightly taken aback, then realized: "Dr. Mei is truly a compassionate healer."
"Eh—" Doctor Mei shook his head and said, "My nickname is 'Mei Sangeng,' madam, do you know what that means?"
Madam Du raised her eyes: "If the King of Hell calls someone to die at midnight, is Doctor Mei the King of Hell?"
Doctor Mei smiled kindly: "If the King of Hell calls for someone to die at midnight, this old man will rush to save that life before the King of Hell."
Madam Du's eyes snapped open, her gaze sharp: "What do you need these servants for?"
The renowned physician Mei sat down leisurely and said slowly, "The principles of medicine are profound and boundless. But even the best doctor needs a patient—"
Madam Du was shocked. Doctor Mei meant to use these people to test the poison!
"What if I refuse?" Madam Du said coldly.
Doctor Mei seemed completely unsurprised and smiled, "Does Madam know why that young man from the Xie family admitted defeat?"
Madam Du snorted coldly: "Why won't the murderer confess?"
“You’re wrong!” Doctor Mei said with great enthusiasm. “It’s because I said that the palm strike that hit the Prince of Nanxiang was the skill of ‘Young Hero Xie’.”
"Please feel free to speak your mind."
Doctor Mei hummed contentedly, "The 'Young Hero Xie' I'm referring to isn't Young Hero Xie, but rather Young Hero Xiahou. No one here recognizes the Xiahou family's martial arts, and that Young Hero Xie can't admit he's not Young Hero Xiahou, so..."
"What 'young hero' and 'young hero'!" Madam Du picked up her teacup, looked at Doctor Mei with a sharp gaze, "It's getting late, Doctor Mei, please go back."
Doctor Mei extended a finger and gently wiped her face: "That kid from the Xiao family thought he could fool them with some kind of disguise mask. He might fool those idiots, but he can't fool this old man. Where in the world is there such a useful mask? A Xie is a Xie, and a Xiao is a Xiao."
"I am just a woman confined to my home; I have no interest in the affairs of you martial arts world people." Madam Du got up and left.
Physician Mei sighed softly, "Actually, I don't recognize any of the Xiahou family's palm techniques. However, although I am old, my memory is quite good—the palm strike on the Prince of Nanxiang is very similar to the palm strike I made on myself when I performed the autopsy..."
Madam Du suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Doctor Mei chuckled and said, "Of course, I am devoted to medicine. When I get busy, I forget about this matter."
Madam Du's expression remained unchanged as she turned around and laughed, "The Heavenly Tire Divine Skill is unparalleled; one palm strike could take the Prince's life. How come it didn't even scratch Doctor Mei's skin?"
Doctor Mei gazed at Madam Du and sighed, "I have always been reluctant to speak too plainly."
Under Madam Du's intense gaze, Doctor Mei slowly sipped his tea.
"The Prince of Nanxiang had many abrasions on his body. What's most amazing is that these abrasions can't be left on a living person, but can only be left on a dead person."
"It is true that the Prince of Nanxiang was empty-handed and had not eaten or drunk anything. In addition, there were two small cuts on his body—those were for bloodletting."
The physician Mei said kindly, "Some people harbored a deep hatred for the Prince of Nanxiang and had him hung up with soft silk to bleed him, intending to let him die like livestock. However, the Prince of Nanxiang was a veteran of many battles in his youth, and he still had some ability in his old age, so he managed to escape."
"Without thinking, the man struck the weakened Prince of Nanxiang to death with a single blow. Just then, those foolish young men killed a few of the guards. The man then dressed the Prince of Nanxiang in a set of guards' armor and threw him into the pile of corpses to blend in."
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