C63 Part2

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Since Shen Zhiyan was not there, Murong Ci hesitated whether to proceed with checking Wang Zheng's body.

As she was thinking about this, she heard Murong Yu's voice again:

"Master Shen, you are here at the right time. Come and check Wang Zheng quickly."

She looked up, Shen Zhiyan walked over quickly, bowed down and looked at the body after a salute.

Madam Wang squeezed a silk handkerchief and wiped her cheeks covered with tears, leaning on her daughter weakly, sad and heartbroken.

"How could this happen?

My son had clearly won, ugh...

Someone was clearly jealous of his talent."

People around started murmuring,

"Despicable people got rid of him.

Oh, it's really a big tragedy."

"Fan Xiao Wen just died yesterday, and it's Wang Zheng's turn today.

What kind of sins did we commit to anger God?

It's such an ominous year."

"Fan Xiao Wen was one of the top talents in the Imperial Capital, and Wang Zheng was also one of the best young men in the Imperial Capital's Military Department.

If these two died, then..."

The person that spoke didn't dare say anything afterwards.

"Is this just a coincidence?

This marriage Recruitment is really ominous."

The person who said this noticed that the sleeves of his shirt were being pulled, and immediately understood that he shouldn't say any more, and it's better to be cautious. Misfortune might get stuck to him once he had said it.

Everyone was watching Shen Zhiyan's autopsy, and he said while looking at the body:

"The deceased Wang Zheng, twenty-two years old, seemed to be running a high fever,and has just died out of breath.

There are no obvious injuries on his body, only a two-inch sword wound on his left arm."

Murong Ci had long noticed that the sword wound on Wang Zheng's left arm was abnormal.

At this time, the wound appeared dark purple, and the clotted blood was also purple-black.

Looking at his face again, his complexion was dark, his eyes slightly convex, the corners of his ears, nose and eyes had purple and black blood flowing out, his lips were dark purple, and his fingers also turned purple and blue within a short time.

'This is clearly a sign of poisoning.'

Shen Zhiyan looked at her and said in a low voice:

"Your Royal Highness, Wang Zheng died of poisoning."

They have known each other for many years now, and as thus they understood each other's hearts:

He knew that His Highness had also realized how Wang Zheng was poisoned, at a glance!

Murong Yu's inner strength was deep, and his ears were different from that of ordinary people.

He heard a little and guessed a bit of their conversation.

"Wang Zheng suddenly died here for no reason.

It's quite strange.

Master Shen, vice-Minister of the Dali Temple is here to check.

Please retire to the Side Hall and wait patiently for a while."

Murong Yu's stern voice spread out, like the scene of late autumn, as shocking as the mountains.

Someone asked without fear of death:

"When will we be able to leave the Palace?"

"As soon as we clarify the causes, we'll naturally make you leave the Palace."

Murong Yu's cold eyes swept towards the questioner, like a sharp arrow chasing the wind, terrifying as being put at the front line of life and death.

The man shrank his neck, feeling a chill in his back, and lowered his head not daring to ask anything any more.

Even those who were whispering and were unwilling to stay, dared not murmur any more, obediently obeying his orders.

They knew the fame of the Royal King, and his iron-wrist:

Angering him meant for them suffering the consequences, worst than being hit by the fury of a thunder.

Murong Yu instructed Minister He Guang to lead everyone to the Side Hall, to rest and serve them tea to calm down.

Murong Chang looked at him obsessively:

'The man I like is so domineering!'

Gong Jun Hao, Tang Cang Tian, and other young talents who were closely related to Wang Zheng's death had to stay there and waited for inquiries.

The wound on Wang Zheng's left arm was wounded by Gong Jun Hao, and Murong Ci asked him to hand over the long sword he had used during the Competition.

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END of CHAPTER 63 PART 2

.....................to be continued