As soon as he left the back room, Yan Daoxin resud his cool and arrogant deanor, taking the lead as he walked ahead.
The personal soldiers guarding the door saw them coming out and hurriedly peeked inside the room out of curiosity. They saw Jia Jun lying motionless on the wooden bed, without any rise and fall of his chest.
No matter how you look at it, this doesn’t look like a living person.
He shrank his neck, dared not make a sound, and silently closed the door tightly again.
The three returned to the courtyard, where everyone looked over simultaneously, faces filled with curiosity, anticipation, tension, and apprehension.
"Divine Doctor, about Jia Jun...?" Zhu Cheng glanced behind the three people and confird no one was following them. He thought he’d overthought it; even if Jia Jun could be revived, he wouldn’t just stroll back with them in such a short ti.
"I’ve done my best, but unfortunately, I couldn’t save him." Yan Daoxin said with a straight face, speaking calmly as if he wasn’t the one who had convincingly claid that a person’s life or death was his to decide.
Zhu Cheng was stunned, and although it was sowhat expected, he nodded and said nothing more.
Lady Jia Jun was eagerly waiting for Yan Daoxin to bring back good news, but the mont she heard he was truly dead and beyond saving, she wailed loudly and fainted, though two children caught her in ti, preventing her from falling too hard.
It was at this mont that Zhu Yu saw Chief Historian Zuo already brought over, now kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, his face ashen without a hint of color, seemingly highly anxious.
After questioning Yan Daoxin, Zhu Cheng looked at Zhu Yu and Lu Qing too. He felt that the three probably did sothing behind closed doors related to the coroner’s earlier conclusions.
However, with so many eyes around, it wasn’t appropriate to ask now. He had to hold off for the mont.
So he turned his gaze to Chief Historian Zuo kneeling on the ground: "So you also admit that you did co to the lifting officer’s house today and t with him?"
"Prince, I did co to the lifting officer’s house, but I didn’t et with him!
He sent soone with a ssage saying there was an important matter to discuss with , that’s why I ca, but I truly didn’t see him!"
"He invited you over but didn’t see you?" Zhu Cheng found Chief Historian Zuo’s statent hard to believe, "Then tell , did you enter that study room just now?"
Chief Historian Zuo nodded: "Prince, I did enter the lifting officer’s study."
Zhu Cheng sneered: "So, you’re saying that without any explanation, Jia Jun called soone to invite you over.
You ca without questioning the reason, went into the study, and still didn’t see Jia Jun?"
"Exactly, Prince. I’m not lying! I waited in that study for a long ti, and no one ca. I had other pressing matters and couldn’t stay, so I left.
When I left, I t Lady Jia Jun. I told her I had other things to attend to, and if Jia Jun had sothing important, he should co find , as I couldn’t afford to waste ti here, and asked him not to toy with since I didn’t have the ti to spare!"
Lady Jia Jun cried from the side, "Prince, you must seek justice for our family!
When I returned, I did see Chief Historian Wen hurriedly leaving, and he did say those words to , but right after I entered the study and found my husband already dead!
Lord Wen clearly killed my husband and then ran away quickly! The words he said to were just to deceive, thinking that a woman like would be easy to fool!"
"You—you—you—how can you be so vicious! Speaking nonsense and framing an innocent person!" Wen Qiming, flustered and with a pale face, was sweating profusely.
"I ask, which of your household’s servants delivered the ssage for Jia Jun and invited Chief Historian Zuo over?" Zhu Cheng inquired.
The Jia Family’s servants, all gathered in the courtyard, looked at one another; none stepped forward to admit to it.
"Prince..." The Jia Family’s steward replied nervously, "I didn’t see my master today, nor did I arrange to invite Chief Historian Zuo over."
"Are all the servants here?" Zhu Cheng asked.
The steward hastily affird.
"Lord Wen, please check and see if the person who invited you today is among these people?" Zhu Cheng said to Wen Qiming.
Wen Qiming anxiously twisted his sowhat stiff neck and began to carefully identify among the group of servants.
The Weapon Supervisor wasn’t a major official, and the household staff wasn’t nurous, with barely ten people, including old and young, male and female, which shouldn’t take long to identify.
Wen Qiming scrutinized those servants several tis but couldn’t spot the one who summoned him, growing so anxious that sweat stread down his temples, fastening his shirt collar to his neck.
"Could it be that the one who invited happened to be out?" he mumbled haltingly, appearing flustered and unnerved, clearly not believing in his own words.
Jia Jun’s younger brother, kneeling, bowed deeply, "I beg the Prince to seek justice for my brother!
Lord Wen and my brother didn’t have much interaction, why would my brother invite him for no reason?
None of us know who invited Lord Wen; we only know he suddenly visited, found out my brother was in the study, and went straight there, even insisting no one follow him, not even servants to serve tea!"
"Is this true?" Zhu Cheng coldly asked Wen Qiming.
"It... it is true..." Wen Qiming trembled as if struck by illness, "But, I was indeed invited by Jia Jun!
I really did tell the servants not to follow, but... but..."
Wen Qiming stamred for a long ti but didn’t say why.
Zhu Yu, who had been listening attentively, couldn’t help rolling his eyes when he didn’t hear the answer.
It seed Wen Qiming had his own ulterior motives for this trip to the Jia family, whether invited or not.
It was this undisclosed intention that rendered him speechless now.
It’s likely that if he revealed this in front of Zhu Cheng, even if he wasn’t killed, he’d be severely punished.
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