Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 71 I’m Not Your Wife (1)

overboard?

Died of illness?

Song Yan complained in his heart that Zhu Houzhao died in the same way. Zhu Houzhao could be considered a weird emperor in the Ming Dynasty... Well, most of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were weird.

He was said to be fluent in multiple languages ​​and a true academic genius. He was also skilled in horseback riding and archery, and once personally led an expedition to defeat a young Mongol prince. At the age of 30, while on a southern tour, he fell into the Qingjiang River. According to unofficial historical records, Zhu Houzhao's health deteriorated after the fall. He attempted to seek medical treatment on his own but was refused, forcing him to seek treatment at the Imperial Hospital, where he ultimately died.
The cause of the disease is wind-cold.

A 30-year-old emperor who was in his prime and could lead an army to war and win, actually died of a cold?
An imperial hospital couldn't even cure the cold, and the condition got worse the more it treated.

This is a bit nonsense.

As for Emperor Yuan Jing, he is the father of the current Emperor Ning, and also the father of Luo Yuheng.

Song Yan glanced at Luo Tianyi and then lowered his eyes. Luo Tianyi talked a lot more today than usual. Although he still looked cold and aloof, he did not think that Luo Tianyi had the insight and eloquence to say such words.

"Actually, apart from the incident of killing the Prince Consort, Mother still has a very high opinion of Your Majesty."

"He also tried to change some things and even accomplished some things, so those people were willing to give the emperor some respect without affecting their core interests."

The current emperor is a little smarter than Emperor Yuan Jing... No, perhaps it should be said that the death of Emperor Yuan Jing forced him to become smarter. At least the current emperor should have a power that belongs to him in his hands. It is very likely that it is eunuchs or even palace maids. In short, they can protect his safety in the palace. That's why he did not fall into the water and die like Emperor Yuan Jing.

But it was obvious that was all he could do. At least he didn't have the ability to overturn the table.

"However, for Ningguo, which is already rotten to the core, these changes are far from enough." Luo Tianyi tilted his head and looked thoughtful. "To use my mother's words, Ningguo is now like a field full of poisonous weeds. Pulling out one or two of them will be of no use at all."

"Perhaps, if you're not careful, you might even get your hands cut by the grass."

"Only by plowing the entire field and turning it over can we grow normal crops."

Song Yan's fingers paused slightly, and he couldn't help but think of what Luo Yuheng had told him - to secretly make a batch of grenades!
Does my mother-in-law want to use the power of the grenade, combined with her other preparations, to plow the entire Ningguo?
Let the sun and moon bring about a new world!

Is this Luo Yuheng’s ambition?
I lowered my head and sipped the tofu pudding. Ningguo's tofu pudding does not contain sugar, after all, sugar is very expensive. If anything is added, it is only coarse salt, so it is a bit bland. This has its advantages, that is, there will be no conflict between the salty and sweet parties, but there will be an additional party for the original flavor.

After drinking it in one gulp, there was finally some more food in my stomach, and the rumbling sensation was much less.

"Did mother tell you this?"

Luo Tianyi shook his head: "I overheard it accidentally."

"do not tell anyone."

Who are you to order me around? I'm not your wife!

Luo Tianyi really wanted to stand up like this for once, but seeing Song Yan's extremely serious expression, he finally puffed out his cheeks: "Oh."

I looked up at the sky. It was almost noon and the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

Song Hongtao would likely hear about Song Yun's death soon. Peaceful times like this were probably running out. Song Yan pulled a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Luo Tianyi: "Find a chance to give this to Song Zhen this afternoon, but don't let him see you."

At this time, the police had already entered the Duke's Mansion, and then they gritted their teeth and informed Song Hongtao of the death of Song Yun.

Many people have testified that Song Hongtao was really sad.

After hearing the news of Song Yun's death, Song Hongtao seemed to be frozen in place, frozen in place without moving, only the skin on his face twitched, especially the corners of his mouth, which trembled as if he was having a particularly hard time digesting this news.

A long time passed before the Duke, seemingly unable to hold back any longer, covered his face and wept. He returned to his chambers. Not long after, a painful wail emanated from the inner courtyard. Perhaps due to excessive grief, the wail had lost its tone. Ah, the deep love between father and son.

As for Yang Miaoqing, the official just curled his lips to indicate that he could not comment on the woman. When she heard the news that her own son had died, her eyes were swollen and red, but there was no sign of pain on her face.

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Just after noon, two yamen runners found Song Yan who was strolling in Songzhou City, and then met up with the Song family.

Song Yan was as indifferent as ever. Even when he saw Song Hongtao, he simply said hello. As for Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen, they were simply ignored. Although Song Zhen's current appearance was a bit strange, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, it seemed that he was injured.

If this attitude had happened in the past, Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen probably would not have been able to tolerate it, and might have scolded themselves for being rude. However, today the two of them were exceptionally quiet, and only Song Zhen would occasionally look at Song Yan and curl up the corners of his mouth.

About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the government office. A group of people had been waiting at the gate. When they saw Song Hongtao get off the carriage, they swarmed around him, saying things like "I'm so sorry for the loss" in a heavy tone.

The identities of these people can be roughly determined from their names.

The man in his thirties with a goatee and an expressionless face should be Ji Cheng, the magistrate of Songzhou, who is in charge of criminal justice.

The tall and thin man in his early forties must be Lu Zhao, the deputy governor of Songzhou. He seemed to be a classmate of Song Hongtao's second brother Song Jincheng.

The fat man who always had a smile on his face and looked more like a businessman than an official was Wu Xiao, the Sima of Songzhou.

As for the last person, from his position it can be seen that he is the one with the highest status among the four. He is strong and tall, with a square face. The other three are somewhat restrained when facing Song Hongtao, but this person looks calm.

This is Fang Hai, the eldest son of the Fang family and the governor of Songzhou.

Except for the prefect, all the important figures in Songzhou City were present.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Fang Hai patted Song Hongtao on the shoulder and said, "Brother Song, you should be mentally prepared. Don't be too sad when you see my nephew. Please go inside."

Generally speaking, cases involving human life require a coroner to perform an autopsy. However, most families of the deceased are quite resistant to autopsies, as they not only have to look over the body repeatedly but may also have to use a knife. To ordinary people, this is tantamount to desecrating the body, and it will not bring peace to the deceased.

But this time the situation was special, so they had to be temporarily brought back to the government office and placed in a side courtyard.

There was no more words along the way.

Song Zhen's body began to tremble uncontrollably, his face flushed red, his throat was full of wheezing, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

The corners of his mouth would rise and fall from time to time, as if he was cramping.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Finally, entering the side hall, I looked up and saw a twisted corpse lying on the ground not far away. Beneath the corpse lay some wooden planks. After a night of rain and the sweltering heat, the corpse seemed to have begun to rot. While the odor wasn't overly strong, it did have a faint, strange smell.

As soon as he saw Song Yun's body, Song Zhen trembled, and he felt a basin of ice water pouring down from above his head. Indescribable chill and fear swept over his body in an instant.

What's going on? Why is Song Yun's body separated?
The body was placed on the wooden board on the ground, and the head was placed on the table next to it!
This is impossible. He remembered it very clearly. He only broke Song Yun's limbs and heart. Who chopped off his head?

Could it be that someone else destroyed the corpse after him?
If it were just this, it would be fine. What Song Zhen was most worried about was when did this person discover the body? Was it after he left... or before?
Rumble, rumble.

In a trance, it seemed as if a thunder exploded in Song Zhen's mind, and his whole body shook violently: Could that person have seen the whole process of his crime?
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