The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 229 It’s all here
Yu Qiansi was not in a hurry to undress and perform an autopsy. Instead, she followed what the coroner Xiao Zhang said and checked the body's head for any hidden injuries.

Bo Yi helped her lift the body out of the coffin to facilitate her inspection.

Thanks to this excellent corpse-softening incense, the body in the coffin looked like someone was fast asleep.

"There is no hidden injury to the head."

Before Bo Yi put the body back, Yu Qiansi somehow lifted the hair at her neck and took a look at the back of her neck.

Bo Yi was shocked and naturally understood Yu Qiansi's intention. Just in case, he also took a closer look.

Everything was normal behind the neck, and no strange marks were found.

He reminded quietly: "If it is an illusion, it will not disappear after death."

Yu Qiansi nodded: "Then I have to untie my belt."

Although the tomb was dark, Bo Yi still showed embarrassment on his face. He turned around and said, "I'll help Shi Moer find some things that can be exchanged for money. If you need help, just call me."

The candlelight flickered in the tomb. After about a moment, Yu Qiansi took a deep breath and gathered the clothes of the corpse.

Bo Yi, who was picking and choosing with Shi Mo'er, heard the noise and was startled for a moment. He hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

He was exceptionally calm throughout the journey today. So calm that he could not remember for a moment what he and Yu Qiansi were doing by taking such a big risk together.

Even when he saw the body of Queen Myeongdo, he remained calm.

But at this moment, for the first time, he really felt where he was standing and what he was doing.

And right in front of him was the answer he had been looking for.

"There are many small sharp wounds on his body, one of which is fatal on his left chest. The dagger must have been the murder weapon."

Yu Qiansi knew that this was extremely important to Bo Yi, and quickly said, "But Queen Mingde must not be the murderer."

She waved her hand, motioning Boyi to come closer.

"Look," Yu Qiansi raised one arm and pushed aside her wide sleeves, saying, "There are many linear bloodstains on her palms and fingers, especially on the edges of her palms. The bloodstains are particularly deep, as if someone had used a thin thread to wrap around her many times and strangled her to bleed. The same is true for the other hand."

Bo Yi was standing on the other side of the coffin. Hearing this, he lifted up the other arm of the corpse and took a look. It was indeed true.

But this trace is really too strange.

Yu Qiansi clasped his hands together and shook his head: "This is not the injury from struggling after having your hands tied."

No one would be stupid enough to tie up someone's palms without tying their wrists.

But the wrists of the corpse were clean, without any obvious wounds.

Yu Qiansi circled his hands in the air, clenched his fists and pulled them apart, as if he was pulling a colorless silk thread.

There is one situation in which this kind of scar is very likely to occur.

Yu Qiansi's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head and pointed at the inside of the corpse's palm.

“This is what I care about most.”

There are calluses on the base of the corpse, the inner sides of the four fingers, and the ulna.

Bo Yi knew it as soon as he touched it. It was a martial arts callus from years of martial arts practice. Judging from the direction of the callus, Concubine Lin was also an expert in using weapons.

"This..." Bo Yi was also puzzled for a moment, and whispered: "Lin is from a family of military generals, so it is not uncommon for her to know some martial arts. However, I have never seen her wielding a sword or a gun when I was young."

Yu Qiansi signaled them to close the coffin.

He went around to the other side of the dragon coffin, looked down at the other phoenix coffin in front of him, somewhat undecided.

According to her character, she had to check it out after all. But this was the coffin of Empress Mingde after all. Empress Mingde had planned everything for Bo Yi and burned herself to death. If the museum was opened in front of Bo Yi, he would probably be sad for a long time.

Forget it. The body has been burnt beyond recognition anyway. With her current half-baked knowledge, she probably won’t be able to find out anything.

So he turned around and patted the dragon coffin on the other side, and shouted in relief: "Open this!" The depressed mood in Bo Yi's heart was mostly dispelled by this pat.

It was really ridiculous, but it was also something only she could do. She made such a sneaky thing seem like gambling on stones.

Yu Qiansi puffed up his cheeks and said, "It's not easy for me to come here, so I have to check everything out. I can't make another trip next time if there's a problem, right?"

Bo Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to work together with Shi Moer to open the dragon coffin.

This time, Shi Moer could no longer conceal her fear.

He simply moved outside the tomb, hid behind the door, and held his head with his hands, as if to pretend that he didn't see it.

Yu Qiansi then whispered, "Don't you want to know how your father died?"

Bo Yi didn't know what he was thinking about. His face was gloomy and he slowly shook his head.

"I don't care, but..." Yu Qiansi curled his lips and said casually: "Whether it is really a serious illness or other causes of death, since there is a chance to check, we naturally have to find out."

It would have been interesting if he hadn't died of a serious illness.

If someone really dares to tamper with the emperor, he should not be underestimated.

Although it is of no benefit to her, it would be a good thing if it could help the young master and make him more alert.

"Huh?" There were many crisscrossing small wounds on the emperor's chest, as if new wounds overlapped old wounds, repeated many times. The wounds were very shallow, as if a dagger had scratched them lightly.

Yu Qiansi looked at Bo Yi beside her with a puzzled look on her face.

"How is this going?"

Could it be that the late emperor had some strange habit of self-harming?
Bo Yi's expression flickered, and he reached out to pull his robe to cover the wound: "It's nothing, just an old wound."

"No, there is something!"

Yu Qiansi took off his robe again and suddenly thought of something.

She reached out and grabbed Bo Yi's collar, trying to pull it apart. Bo Yi was startled, grabbed her wrist, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Yu Qiansi was shocked to realize that he had acted too radically, and apologized many times in a row: "I remember you also had a wound like this on your body. Was it him who hurt you?"

The lights in the tomb grew dimmer, Yu Qiansi's vision became blurry, but the memories came to her mind more and more clearly.

She recalled that when she was treating the poisoned Bo Yi in the ghost market, she had caught a glimpse of the wounds on his body.

One of the wounds was an old one, on his chest.

It is very similar to the wound at the bottom of the late emperor's chest.

Not only that.

That day, in Qifo City, Jiang Jiqing came back and broke into Wang Song's room. He was disheveled and had some deep or shallow wounds on his chest.

what on earth is it?

Something seemed to float through her mind, but she could not catch the feather in the darkness.

The dim light could not hide Bo Yi's stiff expression. There seemed to be a dark tide behind his dark eyes. He frowned in pain and whispered almost begging for mercy: "Aru."

Yu Qiansi was stimulated by this look, and came back to his senses in shock, covering the wound on the emperor's chest.

"sorry"

Bo Yi shook his head and forced a pale smile.

"However," Yu Qiansi said coldly, "the late emperor did not die of a serious illness, but died of excessive blood loss."

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