"However, the body of a dead person is stiff after all, and the Prince of Nanxiang is also obese, so it was inevitable that some parts would be rubbed raw when wearing the armor..."
The physician, Mei, looked compassionate and said, “As for how the Prince of Nanxiang escaped, perhaps it was because the person torturing him suddenly remembered that the body of the scapegoat in the mourning hall contained wine and meat, which would reveal something amiss. She was in a hurry to stop me from examining the body, which is why she was gone for too long, giving the Prince of Nanxiang an opportunity.”
"It seems you're not only an outstanding doctor, but you could also make someone lose their job as a storyteller." Madam Du's eyes gleamed as she slowly walked towards Doctor Mei. "Are you saying that Steward Lin imprisoned the Prince and even tried to kill him?"
Doctor Mei scoffed, "A skilled doctor can see through a patient's constitution at a glance. Butler Lin has some skills, but they're not enough."
Madam Du suddenly sneered, "Then tell me, are these two skills of mine enough?"
Before she could finish speaking, Madam Du slapped Doctor Mei on the back of the neck!
In the blink of an eye, Doctor Mei, who was not skilled in martial arts, suddenly turned around like a startled dragon and met Madam Du's palm strike!
Madam Du was forced back several steps by the force of the palm strike, her eyes wide with astonishment.
Doctor Mei wiped his face, and a thin layer peeled off, revealing Xiao Fengque's young and arrogant face.
Madam Du charged forward, and the two engaged in a fierce struggle. Finally, Madam Du found an opening and struck Xiao Fengque in the abdomen with a palm strike!
The texture was very strange; it wasn't the suppleness of the human body, but rather a soft, powdery, muddy feel. Xiao Fengque's abdomen was noticeably sunken.
What's going on?
Xiao Fengque took three steps back, pulled out a piece of unidentifiable material from in front of him, and laughed loudly, "Dr. Mei, do you think this time, the evidence is enough?"
Oh no, I've been tricked!
Madam Du was shocked and lunged to snatch the object from Xiao Fengque's hand. A burly figure blocked Xiao Fengque's path, firmly stopping her.
As Xiao Fengque's voice rang out, several familiar figures gradually appeared through the doors and windows; they were the chivalrous figures from the daytime.
Surrounded by these people, Madam Du gradually calmed down.
"How did you conceal your presence?" This was the first question Madam Du asked. "How could you hide outside the door without me noticing?"
Xiao Fengque pulled a medicine packet from his collar and said with disdain, "Dr. Mei, what does this smell like?"
Hiding behind the two swordsmen, Doctor Mei sneered, "Without this, you'd be half-deaf like Madam Du!"
"So it was medication," Madam Du sighed softly. "It was my carelessness."
Xiao Fengque laid the object, made of some unknown material, on the table and gazed curiously at the clearly imprinted palm print on it: "How long will this palm print last?"
“Once dried, it will last forever,” Doctor Mei said with a pained expression. “You’ve torn off such a large piece! Give me another 30% of the 100,000 taels.”
"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you," Madam Du said coldly. "Why are you all here watching this show?"
"I won't kill you, nor will I skin you alive." Xiao Fengque clapped his hands. "Bring it here."
A swordsman stepped forward and threw a table that had been broken in two in front of everyone.
"Madam, do you still recognize this table?"
Madam Du's expression turned cold, and she remained silent.
"This is the table where Tianjuan's dagger was embedded when it flew in. I compared it carefully and discovered something interesting."
Xiao Fengque raised his chin, and Ta Xue came forward, forcefully slamming the two halves of the table together. There was a crack right in the center of the table, where the dagger had been inserted.
With a flash of cold light, Xiao Fengque now held a dagger in his hand—the very same dagger Tian Juan had used to deliver the visiting card.
Xiao Fengque crouched down and inserted the dagger into the crack, sealing it perfectly.
With a slight twitch of his hand, he effortlessly drew the dagger from the ground!
After withdrawing and inserting two or three times, Xiao Fengque stopped, turned around and smiled at Madam Du.
"The crack into which the dagger was driven was so smooth that it was as easy to insert into the table or pull it out as if it had been oiled."
"May I ask, Madam Du, how could a dagger that shot through the air and pierced the table leave such a smooth crack?"
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