Front yamen lobby.

Bailihe had just counted the gold and sent the housekeeper of the Six Princes Mansion away, and an old couple came with him.

The two stayed outside Dali Temple, looking at it dullly, looking very cramped.

Seeing this, Bailihe walked out of the lobby and asked, "Uncle, is there anything you have to do when you come to Dali Temple?"

The old couple recognized Bailihe and hurried forward and said respectfully: "I didn't expect that Mr. Baili still remembers us. No news has been heard these days. We are worried about our daughter, so we came to Dali Temple to ask for information."

"The prince is busy. You can wait in the side hall for a while, and the prince will come later."

The old couple hurriedly bowed to thank him, "Thank you, Mr. Baili."

Bailihe nodded and raised his foot to the Dali Temple prison.

...

The fake Zhou looked at Murong Che with a cold look in front of him, and fear flashed across his eyes, "So, in Yanbo Lake that day, the prince discovered that I was fake?"

He was indeed anxious that day. He was doing such a small matter as finding someone was done by a yamen runner, and as the prefect of Jingzhao, he shouldn't have gone there in person.

However, if he could not bring Yingying's body back in time, he would definitely be discovered by the person in front of him.

However, he did not expect Murong Che to go to Jingzhao Mansion in person, and he did not expect that the little coroner beside him would be so good at doing autopsy. He recognized the female corpse at a glance as Yingying.

"That day was confirmed, and I started to doubt it half a year ago." Murong Che said lightly.

"Because Lord Zhou's leg injury?" asked the fake Zhou Zheng.

At that time, he told the public that he met an old miracle doctor and only then did he heal his legs.

Murong Che nodded, "Dr. Bai is very good at medical skills, and his daughter is better than her. Her medical skills have reached its peak. As the saying goes, for a hundred days, both their father and daughter cannot restore Zhou Zheng's calves to the same level as before in three months. In Donglin, what kind of miracle doctor can do it?"

Fake Zhou Zheng lowered his eyes, and the grayness flashed in his eyes.

"Tell me." Murong Che lifted his robe and sat on a mahogany chair, not angry and powerful.

The fake Zhou Zheng sighed and spoke slowly, "More than half a month ago, I got the news that before his death, Mr. Xiao wrote a list of party disputes and handed them over to Zhang Shan. I pretended to be Zhou Zheng, who was Zhang Shan's friend. I knew he would definitely talk to me about this. Sure enough, I quickly got the news from Zhang Shan and asked me to go to Baihualou."

Su Qingran clumsyly held the brush and recorded while listening.

She didn't know how to write many traditional Chinese characters, but Zhou Zheng said it quickly, and there was no way, so she drew circles to replace it.

"At Baihua Tower, Zhang Shan called Yingying to accompany him and drink and write poems. I thought that after three rounds of wine, he would tell me about the list. But he recognized that I was not Zhang Shan and forced me to ask who I was. There was no way, so I had to choose to kill him to silence me." Zhou Zheng's eyes trembled, "At that time, Zhang Shan told him that the list had been sent to the second prince, and I didn't know whether what he said was true or not. In order to create the illusion that he had committed death, I first poured him love medicine, and then suffused him to death with rice paper. After all, I hurried back to Jingzhao Mansion, and later in order not to leave clues, I killed Yingying again. I thought that there was no trace in the Zhangshan case, but I still underestimated the prince's ability."

"Where is Zhou Zheng, why do you want to kill him? Because of the identity of the prefect of Jingzhao?" Murong Che said as he opened the prison door.

He raised his foot and walked up, raised his big hand and took off a human skin mask from Fake Zhou Zheng's face.
Chapter completed!