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I am quite familiar with the attire of the Warriors from various countries due to my foreign campaigns, and the differences between them are still significant. Last night, although the figures were somewhat blurred, I could roughly discern the style of their clothing, which made it easy to rule out several other nations.
In our western region, Sandstorm is prevalent, so the Warriors' outfits are specially equipped with additional masks. The Warriors from last night were indeed wearing masks.
The majority of the Dayu Dynasty's territory consists of sandy land, and they experience Sandstorm weather more frequently than we do. However, they have long since adapted to such climates and do not require face coverings as much; their Warriors' clothing is not particularly customized or uniform.
Could it be the Western Army? That would be strange. Ze was puzzled; Zheng Moru had always been associated with the Northern Army and had never had ties with the Western Army. The scene last night, which my servants happened to witness when they went out, was ruthless and seemed driven by deep-seated hatred.
Your Majesty, I believe it is not yet time to eliminate those spirits. If they truly are the souls of the Warriors, it would not be excessive for every household to erect a monument and recite scriptures in their honor.
Indeed, what the Right Chancellor said makes sense.
Furthermore, I think that since these spirits have come knocking at our door, we should investigate the relationship between the Loyalty and Righteousness Marquis and the Western Army.
Then let’s investigate!
The Ministry of Justice chuckled bitterly; it would be difficult to uncover anything. Zheng Moru's interpersonal relationships are quite simple. Even if we exert all our efforts to dig deeper, we might not find any substantial connections.
We haven't even solved the series of murders yet, and now we have another case involving an Evil Spirit—or rather, a case concerning the souls of fallen warriors knocking at our door?
Minister of Justice Gu Chen feared that this troublesome task would fall upon the Ministry of Justice again. He stepped forward, expressing his helplessness; His Majesty was already growing impatient. What was there to fear about losing face? It was better than losing one’s life.
The Capital of Jingzhao followed closely behind, pushing for action as well.
After some debate in court, this matter fell into Qi Xiaomian's hands, and he readily accepted it.
The groundwork had already been laid; they were just waiting for Zheng Moru to enter the capital. With such a grand achievement at stake, how could they pass it off to someone else?
Qi Xiaomian calculated the days and negotiated a deadline for solving the case with the court before reluctantly accepting it. As he left the palace, he cast a few resentful glances at Qin Mu Hui.
Qin Mu Hui thought this task would be difficult and exchanged a few knowing looks with his uncle-nephew duo; Qi Xiaomian managed to secure quite a few benefits for himself.
On a snowy day, Zheng Moru finally arrived in the capital. He did not stop at Marquisate but stood for a while under the signboard of Loyalty and Righteousness Marquisate, which bore a crack in its center.
He was confused; wasn’t the court valuing him? The sign looked new enough—why was there a crack running through its middle? Even if it had been accidentally damaged, they could have made a new one. Hanging up a broken sign—what kind of treatment was that?
He felt somewhat angry.
Zheng Moru took a few steps to stand outside the main gate and knocked rhythmically several times. The gate opened only a small crack; once he entered, it closed behind him.
Looking at the empty courtyard only fueled his dissatisfaction further—there wasn’t even anyone there to welcome him. That impostor must have grown accustomed to enjoying life here and forgotten their own identity!
Zheng Moru searched throughout the courtyard in anger for someone to vent his frustration on.
His actions outside the residence were precisely witnessed by the Ministry of Justice, the Minister of Justice, the Office of Censors, and the curious onlookers hiding in the shadows.
The rhythmic knocking on the door raised alarms, suggesting a breakthrough in the situation. Various parties began to exert their efforts to investigate the movements of this group, tracing back their steps. They discovered that this group had entered from the west, which meant they were directly connected to the spirits of the Western Army.
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