After getting on the carriage, Su Qingran looked at the man in purple beside him, "King Han, do you have anything to ask me about those two headless corpses?"

"What did you see after the autopsy?"

"There are a few suspicions." Su Qingran frowned. She was just about to analyze the autopsy results when she was interrupted by Wang Zuo's robbery.

“Tell me.”

"Zhang Shan and Zhang sent the dead soldiers to send the second prince a party dispute list. Fei Zhou Zheng knew about it. I won't talk about who the fake Zhou Zheng is. But when the person behind him knew about it, he would definitely send someone to chase and intercept the list. I guess, these two people should be hiding all the way. Judging from their ragged clothes, they might be mixed among beggars. Therefore, it is reasonable for Zhao Ming to find their bodies in front of the ruined temple on Shantang Street. However, there is a detail that reveals the truth."

Jun Qinghan nodded, "Continue."

"These two people are mixed among beggars and hide, so they will naturally not go to the restaurant to have a high profile meal, right?" Su Qingran's eyes were full of intelligence. "From the residue in their stomachs, these two people had a good meal before they died. This shows that these two people are fake and are not Lord Zhang's death at all!"

"Is there anything else?" Jun Qinghan poured a cup of tea and sipped it in a shallow manner.

"I wonder if King Han noticed the tattoo on their shoulders just now?"

Jun Qinghan nodded, "The tattoo is new, the traces are just old."

"Yes! The tattoo is also fake, it's about the same time as the wound of the wax ball buried below. So, I guess someone deliberately did it with the purpose of frame-up!"

"Yes." Jun Qinghan's voice was light, without any change in expression.

"You knew that the wax pill was fake?"

Seeing his reaction, Su Qingran suddenly felt less accomplished.

"The handwriting on that note imitates very much, but it lacks the character of Mr. Xiao." Jun Qinghan's black eyes shrank slightly, "What's more, I believe Lao Ba."

Su Qingran held up her eyebrows, "Since you know that the wax ball is fake, someone is accusing the Eighth Prince, why didn't you stop him when Lord Wang went back?"

“Insufficient evidence.”

"What's wrong with it? All I just said is evidence." Su Qingran was puzzled.

Jun Qinghan looked solemn and paused with the teacup.

Su Qingran immediately understood as he looked at his appearance. Emperor Xing was suspicious, afraid that he would not let go of the things that were stolen, let alone black and white.

"Since that's the case, we have to go back and stop Lord Wang quickly and not let him return to the imperial capital."

"How to stop?"

"As the saying goes, if you have a senior official and a senior official, he dares not listen?"

Jun Qinghan: “…”

Su Qingran touched his nose and pondered, "It's really not possible. He was knocked out and locked up. As long as he didn't let him leave, he would be fine."

"I'm afraid it won't work. Wang Zuo is an official appointed by the court, so I have no right to seize people."

"I don't believe it. You are King Han. If you don't want him to send the news to the imperial capital, there are so many ways." Su Qingran curled his lips.

Jun Qinghan glanced at her indifferently, and it took him a long time to lightly open his thin lips, "I have a solution to this matter."

Su Qingran shrugged, knowing that this man had a solution.

Just as I was about to ask, the carriage suddenly bumped and the scalpel that was originally placed beside me rolled straight down.

Su Qingran bent over to pick it up, and after a sharp turn, she was unstable and threw herself into the man's arms.

Looking at the deep black eyes, she hurriedly pulled the corner of her mouth, "Accident, unexpectedly, I picked up my scalpel."
Chapter completed!