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But the reality was that the woman struck once and then stabbed multiple times, each thrust deep and forceful. Upon dissection, it was even discovered that one of the blows had shattered a bone. Such strength could not possibly come from a frail woman.
In contrast, the cut on her own neck was much lighter; when one attempt failed, she stabbed twice more, but the pain made the latter strikes uneven and unstable. This indicated that there must have been a third person present at the scene.
Qi Shuo frowned, but there were only traces of two people’s activities at the scene.
Perhaps they hadn’t investigated thoroughly.
Qi Shuo countered, “Master Xiang and The Office of Censors often handle such matters; they wouldn’t make a mistake. There are indeed only traces of two people. If you don’t believe me, once Master Xiang comes out of the palace, I’ll take you to the scene.”
Shi Yun self-deprecatingly remarked, “I don’t even know when I’ll be able to leave the palace.”
The Marquis reassured him, “I know you are not involved in this matter; I’m just helping you find evidence.”
“Oh, your Marquis is quite enthusiastic,” Shi Yun replied.
The Marquis said, “You are a good official.”
“Good official?” Shi Yun murmured. “But not a good father.”
Qi Shuo offered some comfort, “Why dwell on the past? Little Master is doing quite well.”
He was young and a bit unruly, just two years younger than Yongxin Marquis, yet he was not as steady or capable as him. Was this a subtle compliment to the Marquis?
Oh, it was rare for the iron-faced Chancellor to say such things; it was indeed commendable, especially considering how much help the Marquis had provided behind the scenes.
If Shi Dingyang's body had fallen into someone else's hands, the Chancellor would not only be constrained but would also have to shed a layer of skin.
Once they entered the palace gates, Qi Shuo reminded him again that His Majesty would be surprised to learn of this matter. It was hard to tell his emotions; Master Xiang should be cautious in dealing with him.
After kneeling before the main hall for a while, they were easily allowed in. When they saw His Majesty, he was writing something with great focus, showing no signs of anger or joy.
Shi Yun quickly knelt down again. Since His Majesty did not ask any questions, he remained silent in his position for over an hour.
Finally, Qin Mu Hui set down his brush and rubbed his neck before leaning back in his chair. He glanced at Shi Yun and asked, “Do you know about this matter?”
He was asking if Shi Yun was aware of it—not whether he was responsible—indicating that His Majesty believed him.
Shi Yun felt relieved and bowed again without rising. He spoke from his prostrated position, “Your Majesty, I only learned about it a few days ago.”
“Then why didn’t you mention it earlier? You delayed until now; I summoned you to the palace and had to ask you first before you spoke.”
Shi Yun's voice was choked with emotion. Shi Dingyang, my son, had suddenly died and come back to life. I was filled with fear, and that lingering guilt surged within me once again, leaving me at a loss for how to respond.
I was in turmoil, hesitating and increasingly afraid that this matter would implicate my newly recognized grandson. I didn't know how to face this son of mine; I found it hard to take decisive action. I had grown old, and when it came to family ties, I seemed less resolute than before, yet somehow more compassionate.
Qin Mu Hui looked at Shi Yun's long hair, and his anger dissipated somewhat. Upon learning of Shi Dingyang's hiding place, I realized that you were unaware of the situation. If you had known he was still alive, you would never have allowed him to indulge in pleasure day after day.
But I knew that wouldn't suffice; you must provide evidence to convince the public. For now, I won't question your guilt, but you must give everyone an explanation for this entire affair.
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