After Bailihe described Zhou Zheng's killing Zhang Shan, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help sobbing.

"My husband has always regarded Lord Zhou as his only confidant, but he didn't expect that he would do such a thing." Mrs. Zhang's eyes drooped, and tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads.

"Mrs. Zhang, now that the murderer has been found, Lord Zhang is considered to be a cicada in the spring." Bailihe did not tell her about the fake Zhou Zheng.

Now they don’t know the identity of fake Zhou Zheng, so they should not disclose too much.

Mrs. Zhang focused on it, "Thank you for your judgment of the case as a god, and give my husband justice."

Murong Che nodded, "After a while, the people from Dali Temple will send Lord Zhang's body back to the house and be buried."

A few days ago, in order to find out the real murderer who killed Zhang Shan, Zhang Shan's body was kept in the ice cellar of Dali Temple.

Mrs. Zhang thanked again, her eyes crying red and swollen.

"Mrs. Zhang, there are still some doubts in this case. There are a few problems. Please tell me the truth."

"Don't worry, as long as the wife knows, she will definitely not deceive her."

Murong Che nodded and asked, "Madam Zhang, do you still remember that half a month ago, Lord Zhang returned to the mansion and did he have any abnormal behavior?"

"Abnormal behavior?" Mrs. Zhang looked sad, slowly lifting her swollen eyes, recalling.

After a long time, she slowly spoke, "I don't remember any abnormal behaviors of my husband. If I really want to say something abnormal, I remember one day after my husband came back from the court, he asked me for Nu Hong's needlework. I asked him what he did, but he didn't answer me."

Murong Che nodded, "Madam Zhang, can you take us to Mr. Zhang's study to take a look?"

"Okay, please come here for the prince."

Zhang Shan’s study room is next to the upper room. Although it is not big, it is well-organized and neatly tidy.

But there was a thin layer of dust on the table, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly instructed the servants to clean the tables and chairs, "Since my husband passed away, the study room has been locked and has not been cleaned. Please sit down."

"No need." Murong Che waved his hand, glanced at the decorations in the study, and walked directly to the soft couch behind the curtain.

Looking at the neatly stacked navy blue clothes on the couch, he slowly stretched out his big hand, bounced the dust on it, and picked it up.

I glanced at a wrinkled place inside and looked slightly.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly followed her, "Criminal, this is my husband's official uniform."

"Mr. Zhang was a clean and upright official during his lifetime. This prince has always respected him. Now that he has passed away, can Mrs. Zhang give me this official uniform as a souvenir?"

"This..." Mrs. Zhang was a little surprised, and she didn't seem to expect him to make such a request. She hesitated for a long time before nodding, "It is a blessing for the prince to ask his husband for his official uniform."

After coming out of Zhang's mansion, Su Qingran glanced at the brocade box held in Bailihe's hand, a little curious.

Murong Che ran to Zhang's mansion from afar, and would never just come to comfort Mrs. Zhang.

But what did he come over and ask for a Master Zhang’s official uniform for?

Is there any mystery in this official uniform?

After getting on the carriage, Murong Che put the brocade box casually and held the book and started reading it.

When the carriage drove to Zhuque Street, Bailihe suddenly tied the reins with a loud sound of horse hooves.

The horse galloping from opposite sides of "Zhu" also stopped.
Chapter completed!