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As Shi Yun left the palace, he ran into Mingze. The moment Mingze saw him, the worry in his eyes vanished. "Is everything alright?" he asked.
Shi Yun frowned slightly. Mingze understood immediately; it wasn't over yet. It was nothing compared to the trouble with your maternal family. It was almost over, though. That incident had nearly led to the extermination of nine clans, but their relationship had a layer of separation. After life and death parted them, it was only sadness for a while.
Shi Yun had indirectly caused his own son’s death during a time of righteous indignation against his family. Four years later, he experienced the sorrow of sending off a black-haired person with white hair. This crisis seemed non-lethal, but the mental torment was the most painful and indefinite.
Mingze asked again, "What did His Majesty say?"
"First, investigate the case," Shi Yun replied.
Mingze disagreed, saying, "Why not let someone else handle it? The Office of Censors has its methods."
"Why add pain to pain?" Shi Yun countered.
"But I need to see him one last time," Shi Yun continued. "I didn't dare last time, and I have regretted being so heartless many times in private."
After a moment of silence, Mingze tried to lighten the mood. "In the Great Jing Dynasty, respect is given to those on the left. Every time you overshadow me, it makes me uneasy. Now that I've finally caught you making a big mistake, why not present yourself to the court? We could switch titles."
"You certainly have some bold ideas," Shi Yun replied.
"Why should we let outsiders benefit from our troubles? Who are we to each other? We can't let those who are eyeing us gain an advantage."
"Hmph! I think you're the one we should be wary of."
"Don't rush off just yet," Shi Yun said. "This proposal isn't bad; think it over. If you voluntarily take on the role of Chancellor, it would lessen your power a bit and provide an explanation to the court without being too harsh."
Mingze chattered on as they made their way to the Office of Censors. As soon as they stepped through the door, Shi Yun slowed his pace, an overwhelming sadness enveloping him.
Mingze fell silent and noticed Shi Yun stumble slightly; he quickly steadied him. It seemed that Qilang had anticipated their arrival and was already waiting to lead them to the mortuary.
Shi Yun entered alone at first. There was no movement initially, but after a cup of tea, he leaned in closer and could hear muffled sobs.
Mingze sighed and sat down on the steps outside the mortuary, softly asking Qilang, "Have you found out anything?"
"When the Chancellor comes out, if you don't mind, you can come in and take a look yourself."
Before he could finish speaking, the door behind them swung open. "Where to? Lead the way."
Mingze looked at him with concern, only to find that there were no traces of tears on his face. If it weren't for the slight nasal tone in his voice, she would have almost thought she had misheard him. This kind of skill was quite useful in critical moments; it could conceal weakness and preserve one's dignity. She felt she should learn it.
Qilang led the way while speaking in a businesslike manner. "The corpse has already been examined; there isn't much worth noting. However, that female corpse—it's been less than a day since the incident, yet the rate of decay is accelerating."
They had brought back the fresh body in the middle of the night, and by now, it was nearly decomposed. Strangely enough, while the decay was visibly apparent, the smell wasn't particularly foul.
All the major coroner departments in the city had already been summoned, and everyone was gathered together, yet there was still no conclusion.
This situation was unusual. My family’s Marquis had also invited Lord Yong. After careful examination, Lord Yong stated that there was no trace of demonic energy, but he couldn't confirm whether it was unrelated to demons.
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