Quick Wear: After the charming host got pregnant, the boss spoiled her like crazy

"Empress Dowager, in my opinion, it would be better for me to go to the Ministry of Justice and ask for Concubine An's body back under the pretext of your order. This way, Concubine An can rest in peace!"

Nanny Wang knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously, giving advice to Empress Dowager An wholeheartedly. Her words were sincere and her eyes were full of pleading.

Empress Dowager An lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was thinking about something. For a moment, the entire palace fell silent, with only the sound of Nanny Wang's anxious breathing rising and falling.

After a long time, she slowly raised her hand and waved it gently, signaling Nanny Wang to stand up and speak.

“This matter has far-reaching implications. It not only concerns Concubine Qing’s reputation, but also the overall situation of the palace.

Before finding out the truth, the emperor would certainly not easily agree to the Ministry of Justice handing over the body.

If we forcefully demand it now, it may cause dissatisfaction to the emperor and even bring unnecessary trouble to ourselves. "The Queen Mother An spoke in a firm tone and steady eyes, obviously having made up her mind.

Although Nanny Wang was unwilling to hear this, she knew that what the Queen Mother said was true.

She stood up silently, with a look of helplessness and sadness in her eyes. After all, she was the niece of the Empress Dowager!

She was once the mistress of this dynasty, but now she has ended up like this. It is really sad.

"Well, let's just follow the Queen Mother's arrangements.

I just feel pity for Concubine An..."

Nanny Wang couldn't help but sigh, her voice full of regret. Thinking of the woman who used to be so beautiful and charming, the most favored woman in the palace, now dead and beautiful, how could she not feel heartbroken?

Empress Dowager An sat there quietly, looking into the distance expressionlessly, as if she was recalling every detail of the past.

Perhaps for this old man who has experienced many hardships, such an ending was already expected.

The royal family is heartless and the power struggle is always cruel and ruthless. How can people involved in it remain immune?

…………

The Ministry of Justice of the Jing Dynasty is an important place in the imperial court and also the core of the interrogation of prisoners in the Jing Dynasty.

The atmosphere here is depressing, the environment is dark and damp, and there is a disgusting stench all day long.

Countless prisoners are tortured here every day, and some even lose their lives in this dark place.

Those who unfortunately died would be carried out of the Ministry of Justice like garbage. The tragic scene was unbearable to watch.

Today, Concubine An's body was sent to the Ministry of Justice by the eunuchs in the palace in a small and exquisite sedan chair.

The officials of the Ministry of Justice did not dare to delay and hurriedly carried the body into the inner room carefully.

Taking into account Concubine An's noble status, these officials also specially selected a relatively clean and tidy inner room as a parking place.

"Sir, His Majesty has ordered us to find out the truth and find the real culprit within three days!"

A subordinate walked quickly towards the senior official of the Ministry of Justice with a heavy and nervous look, bowed his head and saluted, then reported the situation to the senior official in a panic-stricken tone.

After hearing this, the senior official of the Ministry of Justice frowned and complained in his heart - he knew very well that this mission was extremely difficult and complicated, but he dared not disobey the imperial edict, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree to it.

In fact, this senior official of the Ministry of Justice knew very well that if he could not successfully solve the case, the consequences would be disastrous: not only would he lose his official hat, but he might even lose his life!

Thinking of this, the senior official of the Ministry of Justice secretly clenched his fists and secretly vowed in his heart that he must go all out to solve this case at all costs! So he took a deep breath and ordered the subordinate:

"Hurry up! Go and call Zhao Quezi in right now!"

The lame Zhao mentioned by Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Justice is definitely not an ordinary person!

You should know that this Zhao Quezi is from a famous family, and his master is the renowned Huaibei Ji family.

Zhao Quezi himself has become one of the best and unique officials in the world with his superb autopsy skills and extraordinary insight. He can be said to be one of the rare talents in the entire Jing Dynasty.

Whenever Zhao Quezi examined a corpse, he was usually able to quickly identify the culprit and solve the case.

Mr. Zhang and several other officials waited for a long time on pins and needles. Just when they were getting anxious and worried, they were sweating profusely.

I saw Zhao Quezi walking towards me slowly and calmly, leaning on a crutch.

Zhao Quezi was about fifty years old, as thin as a skeleton, with a sallow complexion and a haggard look.

His face remained expressionless all year round, as if it had lost all vitality and energy; especially his wrinkled and old eyes, which were blank and empty, making people afraid to look at him.

"Sir, is this the body you are going to examine today?" As soon as Zhao Quezi stepped into the room, he saw the object on the ground and asked Sir Zhang in his weak voice.

Mr. Zhang nodded quickly and said, "That's right. This deceased has a special identity. Mr. Zhao, you must be more careful when examining him!"

Mr. Zhao? Hearing this title, Zhao Quezi frowned slightly, a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "I am just a cripple, and I really don't deserve such a respectful title from you, sir."

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Lord Du, was clearly a little irritated at the moment. After all, compared to the patient Lord Zhang, he was indeed a little less patient. The more important reason was that deep in his heart, he had an indescribable contempt for the disabled man in front of him, so he didn't want to let this cripple Zhao delay time like this, so he shouted loudly and inappropriately:

"Stop talking so much! I ordered you to examine the body quickly. How dare you dawdle like this? Where does all this nonsense come from?"

Hearing this, Zhao Guizi just turned his head slightly and glanced at Minister Du with his lifeless, empty and numb eyes.

Just this quick glance made Minister Du feel a chill rising up his spine for no reason, as if his entire body was shrouded in an invisible fear.

"How dare you look me in the eye, you bold lunatic!" Minister Du pretended to remain calm, trying to cover up his inner uneasiness and give himself courage by raising his voice and speaking in a stern tone.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and examine the body!"

However, facing Minister Du's angry rebuke, Zhao Quezi remained calm.

He slowly squatted down, slowly but firmly untied a leather box from behind him, and took out various necessary autopsy tools from it.

When his wrinkled and slightly rough hands gently lifted the white cloth covering the corpse, a pretty but extremely pale female face appeared in front of everyone, which made people feel a chill down their spine.

The timid officials from the Ministry of Justice turned their heads away without daring to look any further, and only Zhao Guizi continued to operate without changing his expression.

He opened Concubine An's eyelids and observed the condition of her pupils. Seeing that her pupils were contracting, he began to wonder whether Concubine An had suffered a great fright before her death.

There were slight purple symptoms on Concubine An's face, fingertips, and toes, which led to the conclusion that Concubine An was poisoned. Zhao Quezi then carefully examined Concubine An's mouth and throat and discovered that her tongue was a strange black color.

This further confirmed his guess—Princess An had indeed died of poisoning.

Then, Zhao Quezi began to examine other parts of Anpin's body, hoping to find more clues. He noticed that there were some small wounds on Anpin's wrists, which looked like they had been pricked by needles.

"What's going on?" asked Lord Zhang in confusion.

Zhao Quezi pondered for a moment and replied, "These wounds may be the murderer's way of poisoning. Maybe the murderer injected the poison into Concubine An through acupuncture."

Lord Zhang frowned, "It seems that this case is becoming more and more confusing. We must find the murderer as soon as possible and give Anpin justice."

At this time, a guard came hurriedly and handed a letter to Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang opened the envelope and his face became solemn after reading it.

"Sir, what happened?" Minister Du asked anxiously.

Lord Zhang said in a deep voice: "This is a secret letter from His Majesty. He ordered us to solve the case within three days, otherwise..." He did not continue, but everyone understood the meaning.

With the pressure increasing, Zhao Quezi decided to re-examine the crime scene to look for any clues that might have been missed.