Chapter 1 Tian Wujing's Departure

Tian Wujing waited for the national preceptor to descend the mountain, then he stood up and left the Marquis's residence, without bringing any soldiers, because in Li Tian City, it didn't matter whether he brought soldiers or not.

In this world, there are many people who can assassinate Du Juan;

But those who can assassinate Tian Wujing are few and far between.

Perhaps, Tian Wujing now wishes someone would dare to stand up and assassinate him.

What surprised Zheng Fan a bit was that Tian Wujing didn't leave him any extra instructions, other than telling him to find his child.

Putting aside whether that child is still alive, even if they are, asking him to find them, shouldn't he at least leave him something?

Back then, the Yan Emperor even gave him a token, telling him to go to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to see the Third Prince when he had time.

Zheng Fan didn't expect Tian Wujing to directly give him the Jingnan Army's tiger tally, but at the very least, he should give him some authority to mobilize troops. This is Li Tian City, not Sheng Le City.

The whole thing, up to now, seems to reveal a sense of confusion.

Everyone, in fact, has their own way of handling things, and this way is not simply a practical method.

For example, an ordinary person in later generations might have to run to several relevant departments to get a certificate and be passed around, but if a leader wants to do it, one phone call can solve it.

Tian Wujing sat on this threshold all night, seemingly doing nothing, but in fact, he was just waiting, waiting for some aspects to give him a response.

But some of Zheng Fan's suspicions didn't dissipate because of this. Zheng the City Defender is a "pragmatist." Perhaps because of his profession in his previous life, his way of thinking about things often goes from point to line to surface. If this matter is really to be investigated, it must be started from the beginning.

Subconsciously looking around,

Zheng Fan said in his heart:

He must start the investigation from this Marquis's residence.

But Tian Wujing didn't do that. The armored soldiers who should have been protecting Du Juan were kneeling in rows in the front yard, and the two commanding officers responsible for the internal and external defense of Li Tian City were kneeling in the corridor.

The army should be the force that Tian Wujing trusts the most, but now, the people who should be doing things are not really doing things.

It's not possible that Tian Wujing ordered the Secret Intelligence Division to investigate in secret, right? After this kind of thing, can the Secret Intelligence Division still be trusted?

Is he avoiding something?

Zheng Fan didn't know, and didn't know where he could go to find out.

At this moment, the captain who had "signaled" to him at the door earlier walked to the corridor and shouted:

"Lord Zheng, someone from your side has come."

Someone from my side?

Calculating the time, Blind Tie shouldn't be here so soon.

Zheng Fan passed through the corridor and found that the two commanding officers, Chen Yang and Luo Ling, who had been kneeling there were gone, and the rows of armored soldiers who were pleading guilty were also gone.

Tian Wujing must have issued some orders when he left.

Since the words "Jing Nan (Pacify the South)" have already come out of Tian Wujing's mouth, then the army naturally cannot continue to be in a paralyzed state.

So, if they really can't reach an agreement, he's going to rebel?

To be honest, Zheng the City Defender hadn't really prepared to rebel, although the devils under his command, including himself, had always had a small goal called "rebellion" in their hearts.

But things shouldn't be done this way.

Moreover, it's very difficult for Marquis Jingnan to rebel, because many forces will not compromise with him, because Marquis Jingnan once exterminated his entire family, so a negotiating table does not exist.

If Marquis Jingnan rebels, unless he really relies on the soldiers under his command to defeat all his opponents, he will have a chance of success.

When Zheng Fan saw A' Ming at the entrance of the Marquis's residence, he was very surprised, and at the same time, a sense of security suddenly came over him.

Zheng Fan led A' Ming into the residence. The residence seemed very deserted, and the garrisoned armored soldiers didn't stop Zheng Fan at all.

After walking through the courtyard and passing through the corridor, Zheng Fan led A' Ming to the mourning hall.

"My lord, when I first arrived, I saw Marquis Jingnan leave."

"He went to Tianhu Mountain to find that old man," Zheng Fan replied.

"There are so many eunuchs from the palace."

"What about you?"

"My lord, I came to Li Tian City with Eunuch Zhang, who is by the Sixth Prince's side. It was just on the way."

Zheng Fan nodded and said,

"Blind Tie should be here tomorrow."

"If Marquis Jingnan really wants to rebel, then things will be interesting."

"You're very happy?"

"My lord, I'm very sad."

"Oh."

Zheng Fan signaled A' Ming to follow him into the mourning hall.

The coffin was not covered. Du Juan was lying inside. It could be seen that Du Juan's body had been cleaned up. Judging from the arrangement of the mourning hall, it should have been cleaned up by her subordinates, but when Marquis Jingnan returned, he stopped everything.

"A' Ming, help me take a look at Du Juan's wound."

"This is very disrespectful," A' Ming reminded.

Can anyone touch the corpse of the Marquis's wife at will?

"Just look if I tell you to. I know you have a high level of attainment in surgery."

People who are often dissected and used as targets, how can they not be familiar with human anatomy and details?

Perhaps the so-called anatomy experts are not as professional as A' Ming, because he can cut himself open at any time to take a look.

"Your subordinate... obeys."

A' Ming untied Du Juan's clothes, which was a silk brocade robe.

The whole scene looked particularly strange.

Within the heavily guarded Marquis's residence,

Perhaps no one dared to believe that there were actually two men here examining the Marquis's wife's corpse.

The main hall here is a very safe place, and there is no need to worry about anyone seeing or disturbing them.

Of course, from the perspective of modern people, few people would think that coroners and forensic doctors are desecrating the dead, especially when the cause of death of the deceased is very strange, they need them to speak for the dead.

While A' Ming was examining, Zheng Fan leaned against the coffin and looked at Du Juan's face.

In fact, he didn't have much contact with Du Juan. His initial impression was that she was a very capable woman.

However, as his relationship with Marquis Jingnan became closer and closer, as the wife of Marquis Jingnan, she became more and more like a "sister-in-law" in Zheng Fan's heart.

"My lord, there are two types of wounds. One should be a wound left by a cesarean section, and it was also stitched up. The other is a sword wound. This sword wound is the fatal one."

"I know."

That's what Marquis Jingnan said.

What Zheng Fan wanted to know were some problems that Marquis Jingnan hadn't found out.

"This woman should have forcibly given birth to the child herself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, my lord. From the incision of the cesarean section wound and the stitching technique, you can see the direction of the operator's hands..."

As A' Ming spoke, he raised his hands to Zheng Fan,

"When I used to cut open my own stomach or do some stitching myself, I would often make this kind of wound."

Personal experience, using himself as an example;

Very powerful, so powerful that it's impeccable.

Zheng Fan nodded, "So can we be sure that Du Juan gave birth to the child herself?"

"It should be, because if it was done by someone else, it would be difficult to create this kind of scar and stitching habits, because there are also changes in the force used and the posture during stitching, etc. It's very difficult to fake.

Most importantly, it's impossible to stitch like this when Du Juan is unconscious, and when Du Juan is conscious, who can do this to her stomach?"

"That makes sense."

There are many details here that people who don't often dissect and stitch themselves wouldn't be able to see.

"As for this sword wound..."

"What's wrong with the sword wound?"

"She died on Tianhu Mountain."

"I know."

"But the specific way she died has never been clear to the outside world."

"I just found out too."

"My lord, look here."

A' Ming reached out and lifted Du Juan's upper body slightly,

"Look here. The injuries inside and the cracks in the bones show that she should have fallen from somewhere before she died."

"Fell from Tianhu Mountain? Right, Ma Kui said that Du Juan 'disappeared' for a while. She should have fallen from somewhere, and then she was found and sent back to the Marquis's residence."

"My lord, judging from her internal organs, there are no signs of poisoning."

"The fatal wound is the sword wound," Zheng Fan said.

"Then the problem arises."

"What problem?"

"This world is different from the world we were originally in. This world has the existence of martial artists. In short, the physical functions of cultivators can far exceed those of ordinary people.

Therefore, this woman was able to 'have a cesarean section' herself without dying directly."

"Yes."

"This sword wound..."

A' Ming made a gesture of stabbing with a sword and said,

"My lord, is Chen Daxia (Great Hero Chen) still in our city?"

"In Sheng Le."

"My lord saw Chen Daxia use his sword before, right?"

"I've seen it."

"Well, the person who assassinated Du Juan should be a master, maybe not as good as Chen Daxia, but not too bad either."

Because Du Juan herself was a martial artist. Putting aside the bodyguard factor, if you want to assassinate Du Juan, it's naturally not something an ordinary person can do with a sword.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is, my lord, this sword was stabbed too plainly. She really died from being stabbed by a sword."

"........." Zheng Fan.

Where's my bow?

"My lord, when Chen Daxia uses his sword, like this... swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, there's light, which is what they call sword qi or sword essence.

It's like when you practice the saber now, you can also add your qi and blood to the saber and create saber essence, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"The problem lies here. In fact, compared to the injuries caused by real swords, the sword essence attached to the sword is often the real killing move.

This kind of sword essence has an effect similar to that of an explosion. Well, 'explosion' is not very accurate. When your subordinate was shot by an arrow with qi and blood attached to it by you, my lord,

In fact, not only did the arrowhead enter my body, but the qi and blood attached to it would quickly cause secondary damage and expand the injury."

"I understand what you mean."

"No, my lord, it's not just that. The sword wound here, first, there's no sign of that secondary damage, and it looks like, excluding other fatal injuries, Du Juan should have been stabbed to death by this sword, and because it was stabbed in the stomach..."

How should I say it, the stomach is actually a relatively difficult place to directly stab someone to death.

When gangsters fight in the streets, they often get stabbed in the stomach, and they bleed a lot, but often the cause of death is blood loss, which is a process with a time difference. You can even put the intestines that are flowing out of your stomach back in at this time."

"Get to the point."

"The point is, my lord, you've been injured on the battlefield, right? When you're shot by an arrow or cut by a knife, what's your first reaction?"

"Use qi and blood to control the muscles of the body to hold the wound shut, prevent excessive blood loss or the wound from collapsing and expanding, and wait for subsequent treatment."

"That's right, that's how it is. When normal people are stabbed, their muscles will also contract instinctively, and because martial artists can control their bodies more carefully, the degree and effect of contraction will be greater.

Your subordinate does this every time he blocks a knife or a sword for you, my lord, because this can minimize the impact of the wound on your subordinate's mobility, so that he can better protect you.

Then, every time I treat the wound, your subordinate will find that the difference between this kind of wound and the wounds of ordinary people is still very obvious."

"Then Du Juan..."

"Her wound is very smooth, even a little, excessively smooth."

"So..."

"So it is..."

A' Ming made a gesture of holding his hands in the air, and then used the "sword" to stab into his abdomen,

And said:

"According to your subordinate's understanding of his own dissection,

Your subordinate guesses that this Marquis Jingnan's wife, very likely..."

Suicide."