The punishment of the female imperial court

No, look carefully, this person is wearing almost the same coarse cloth clothes as Zhang Yilun, and is also thin, but her face is softer. At this moment, her hands and feet are tied with silk cloth, and her mouth is stuffed with cloth balls, but she is wrapped in a thick quilt and has a soft cushion behind her back. The interlayer is very clean, not even much dust. Next to her is a clean and exquisite food box, with the lid half open, and you can see fresh citrus and a few crystal candies inside.

Bo Yi hurried forward, carefully untied the silk cloth on her hands and feet, and took out the cloth ball from her mouth. As soon as the restraints were untied, this "Zhang Yilun" immediately cried out "Brother!" like a frightened deer, rushed out of the mezzanine, pounced on Zhang Yilun standing in the yard, hugged him tightly, and used his body to separate him from Bo Yi.

The voice was not deliberately lowered, but it had a girl's clearness and a familiar timbre.

Bo Yi stood at the door, looking at the two identical thin figures in the yard. In a flash, he seemed to understand something.

Yu Qiansi had already walked in front of Bo Yi, half-protecting him behind her, blocking Zhang Yilun's gaze. Her voice was steady and clear, with a power of trying to comfort: "Ten years ago, Bo Yi was just a child, and it wasn't him who harmed your parents."

After his sister appeared, Zhang Yilun's mood strangely calmed down a little. He gently patted his sister's hand that was tightly holding his arm, indicating that she should not worry. Hearing Yu Qiansi's words, he sneered coldly, with deep hatred and ridicule on his pale face: "You big shots who hold the power of life and death, why do you have to kill people by yourself?" His voice trembled slightly because of excitement, "My father was just an honest and dutiful coroner back then. You just pointed at him casually, and then he was blindfolded and taken to a place for autopsy. After he returned home, he didn't say anything, really nothing! Why don't you want to let us go!" At the end, he was already hoarse.

The warmth of the past that had been deliberately sealed away and blurred to the point of being hard to see, seemed to be torn open by force, rushing into his mind. It was his father's broad and warm palm, his mother's gentle whisper, and the aroma of food wafting from the simple but warm courtyard. His eyes became hazy, a layer of water vapor filled the air, and his vision became blurred.

Bo Yi's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

验尸
It sounds like someone asked Zhang Yilun's father to enter the palace to examine the bodies of his mother and the child who died in his place?
Regardless of whether the corpse was real or fake, people in the palace naturally did not want to take on this hot potato.

Some people were worried that the queen mother would use this trick, so they secretly found a coroner from outside the palace to examine the body. Afterwards, in order to silence the witnesses, the tragedy of the Zhang family occurred?

This thought made him shiver all over, and a huge sense of grief and guilt surged in his heart. He thought of the tragedy of Guang'an Marquis Mansion in the past ten years, which was also caused by him.
He subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, to explain, to take responsibility.

"What happened back then," Yu Qiansi keenly noticed Bo Yi's movements, and stopped him firmly with her arm across, her eyes still looking directly at Zhang Yiluan, "I only found out that the palace ordered to bring a coroner into the Daming Palace for inspection. But Yiluan, you can calm down and think about it. If those people in the Qingliu party knew the inside story, how could they go to the trouble of bringing a coroner into the palace? No matter who led you to believe--" She tried to point out the doubts.

"You're wrong, Sister Yu!" Zhang Yilun interrupted her. He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and used the hand that was not held by his sister to tremble and take out something carefully wrapped in oilcloth from the pocket closest to his body. He peeled off the oilcloth layer by layer, revealing an extremely worn booklet with curled corners and yellowed and brittle paper. He opened the booklet, and in addition to some simple crooked handwriting, there were more strange, tadpole-like symbols. "I know everything! My father has written it all down here!"

He stroked the booklet, as if he was holding a rare treasure or a heavy evidence of a crime, and his voice was filled with a desperate determination: "Although he was masked all the way and taken to a house for autopsy, it was only three days after the fire in Zhaixing Tower, and rumors were rife in the capital. No matter how stupid he was, he could guess who the two bodies were! Even if he found something unusual, he didn't dare to speak out for the sake of his family's lives!"

Therefore, according to his autopsy results, the cause of death of the child was fire, and there were no other suspicious signs.

There were no other suspicious signs.

Especially the clearly defined burns on the back of the neck, how could they be considered suspicious marks?
It must be that the child accidentally touched the fire with the back of his neck while struggling in the fire, and it is impossible that someone deliberately burned him with fire.

It was even less likely to be to cover up a bright flower mark that seemed to blend in with the charred skin.

Afterwards, he was blindfolded and taken home.

Seeing the family enjoying themselves, the near-death experience he had just had was nothing. It would be better if he just kept this matter to himself.

He was forced to record his autopsy experience due to his ancestors' teachings, but he was also very cautious and used the special symbols passed down from his ancestors.

No one can understand it except him.

My son has just started learning these symbols.

Except for being a little nervous about any slight movement, everything is no different from the past.

Until one day, the daughter said someone was watching them at the door.

My daughter has been very smart since she was young and has almost a photographic memory.

She said happily that the older brothers came to our house every day in different clothes, which must mean that Daddy has become popular. They no longer mind that we have coroners and want to make friends with us.

It suddenly occurred to him that countless nightmares had become reality.

Pack up and flee, all in one go.

But I still couldn't escape those people.

They have no power, no influence, no wealth, and no home.

There is no escape.

He hid his children, fabricated a child's corpse, and burned them to death together with his wife in a dilapidated temple.

Leave a way out for your children.

"All this is because of you!" Zhang Yilun's voice was distorted by extreme anger, and his thin body trembled violently under his coarse cotton jacket, like a reed about to break in the wind. His eyes, which were always timid, were now filled with burning hatred, and were fixed on Boyi.

Countless nights of huddling in the corner of the dilapidated temple, shivering with cold, countless times of being chased by wild dogs for half a rotten bun, and fighting with more vicious beggars to protect his sister, all flooded into his mind like a tide. The cold dew soaked through the thin clothes, the burning hunger in the stomach, and the sobbing of his sister in her sleep due to the cold and fear, these unforgettable painful memories, now turned into a sharp blade pointing at Bo Yi. (End of this chapter)