I traveled through time and space to become the mistress of a royal palace. My daily routine is to a

Song Yunshuang had to stay at home and recuperate for the next few months, and Song Qingwan's life became much more peaceful.

There has been no news from Zhao Huaijin since his last visit. In addition to going to her mother's yard, Song Qingwan is also personally responsible for Qiu Rong's belly.

Not long after, Qiu Rong gave birth to a son safely and named him Changbai. Since then, Song Chengfeng had two sons. He happily rewarded Qiu Rong with a lot of things.

Qiu Rong did not show much surprise at all this. She still looked as if she was not interested in worldly matters and did not take credit for giving birth to Changbai.

"Miss, you gave my life to me and my son. Qiu Rong has no way to repay you."

"Why are you so polite, Aunt Rong? Aunt Rong has also made an indelible contribution to the Jiang family's mother and daughter's downfall."

Qiu Rong suddenly stood in front of Rong Qingwan and knelt down. Song Qingwan was startled and she hurried forward to support her.

"What are you doing, Aunt Rong? You just gave birth not long ago, your body can't be tortured like this."

"Miss, please let me finish what I want to say." Qiu Rong was still kneeling, with no intention of getting up.

"Okay, then tell me quickly." Song Qingwan didn't force her anymore and waited for Qiu Rong to finish.

"Today I entrust Changbai to you, young lady. If one day I am forced to leave, please help me protect him!" Qiu Rong knocked her head heavily to the ground.

"Aunt Rong, what are you talking about? Changbai is my younger brother, so of course I have to protect him. Hurry up and get up!" Song Qingwan pulled Qiu Rong up with all her strength.

"Now that the young lady has agreed, I feel relieved." Qiu Rong smiled.

"It's just that I don't understand what you're saying. Where are you going? Away from here?"

"Please forgive me for not being able to tell you now. I have my own reasons."

Song Qingwan sighed. She vaguely guessed that perhaps Qiu Rong's identity was not simple.

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Entrance of Tianxiang Tower

"Is this man dead? Why is he not moving?"

"That's right. You've been lying down for so long. If you were drunk, you should have gotten up long ago."

"Look at the way he's dressed. He looks like a young master from a wealthy family."

At the entrance of Tianxiang Tower, a man was lying on the ground, and people around him were talking about it.

After a long time, the man still didn't respond, and someone bravely went up and turned him over.

"Ah! Dead people, dead people!"

The man was bleeding from all seven orifices, and was obviously dead. His death was extremely tragic, and the man was so scared that he ran away crawling.

"Oh my, there really is a dead person, report it to the police immediately!"

The timid ones had already run away in fear, and someone went to inform the authorities, and the crowd dispersed.

Song Qingwan and Chunya, who had just come out of the jewelry shop, noticed the noise here.

"Miss, something seems to have happened over there."

“Let’s go and take a look.”

"it is good"

When the master and servant got closer, they found that someone was dead. Chunya screamed in fear and closed her eyes, not daring to look.

"Miss, dead people, dead people!"

Song Qingwan shook her head. This girl was usually very brave, but now she was incompetent.

Song Qingwan walked forward and moved the head of the corpse with her hands. She found that there were already corpse spots on the neck. It looked like the person had been dead for at least half a day.

The corpse's clothes were intact and there didn't seem to be any external injuries. Just as Song Qingwan was thinking about the cause of death, people from the Dali Temple arrived.

"Make way, make way, Lord Shen is here, everyone make way."

The officers isolated the common people outside, and several officers surrounded the body to prevent the scene from being destroyed.

Seeing Song Qingwan squatting and examining the corpse, several officers thought she was a coroner who had arrived at the scene in advance, and so they did not drive her away.

"I wonder what the girl has seen?"

Song Qingwan was lost in thought when a magnetic male voice came from above her head.

She quickly stood up, and a man in official uniform and hat appeared in front of her.

Song Qingwan looked at the man carefully for a few times and couldn't help but complain in her heart, shouldn't such a masculine and handsome man be a military general?

"This is my master Shen. I wonder if you are a coroner?" the officer asked.

"Oh, no, I'm just passing by. This is the Dali Temple Minister Shen Jingyi, Lord Shen?"

"Excuse me, may I ask who this girl is?"

"I am Song Qingwan from the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Shen."

Shen Jingyi nodded. He had only heard that Song Qingwan was an outstanding medical skill, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Miss Song's name is well-known, and I see that she is indeed extraordinary today." Shen Jingyi didn't expect that Song Qingwan was such a beautiful and delicate girl.

"I have heard that Lord Shen is upright and wise, and has solved many strange cases at a young age. It is Qingwan's honor to see Lord Shen today."

Song Qingwan was indeed a little surprised. After all, she had only heard of Shen Jingyi's name, but she didn't expect that he was so young and handsome.

"I heard that Miss Song's medical skills are extraordinary. Can you even tell the dead?"

"I know a thing or two." Although Song Qingwan did not study forensic medicine, as a top medical expert like her, she would naturally know a little about it.

"I wonder what Miss Song has to say?"

Song Qingwan was very pleased with Shen Jingyi's politeness, so she told him her conclusion.

"This is not the first crime scene. His body was dumped here."

"Oh? How did you know that?" Shen Jingyi was a little skeptical. How could he make that conclusion just by taking a few glances?

"Master Shen, please look," Song Qingwan tilted the man's face to the side with her finger and pointed at his neck and said, "These corpse spots prove that this man has been dead for at least half a day."

Shen Jingyi came over to take a look and found that it was indeed as Song Qingwan said. He nodded and motioned her to continue.

"Tianxianglou is the largest restaurant in the capital, and there are always people coming and going on weekdays. If someone died here, they wouldn't have waited so long to be discovered."

"Miss Song is truly amazing. I admire you." Shen Jingyi bowed.

"Lord Shen is too polite. It's so obvious, I believe others can see it too."

"I wonder if Miss Song can tell the cause of this person's death?"

"Not yet. This needs further examination." Song Qingwan shook her head. She was not able to tell the cause of death at a glance.

"I thought this man died of poisoning. Bleeding from all seven orifices, isn't that a sign of poisoning?"

Song Qingwan shook her head. She squatted down, lifted up the dead man's hand, and exposed his fingers.

"Please look, sir. This man's nails are white. If he died of poisoning, his nails should be black."

"Then why is there bleeding from all seven orifices?"

“You don’t know, my Lord, that when a person dies suddenly, the fluid in the body will flow out of the body without muscle control.

So this person should have died of internal bleeding. As for whether my guess is correct, I need to check it further."

At this moment, Shen Jingyi's eyes looking at Song Qingwan changed from suspicion to appreciation, and then to admiration.

"Miss Song, I admire you. Even the best coroner in the capital may not be as knowledgeable as you."

"Mr. Shen, you are too kind. I just stumbled upon it by accident."

"Miss, there is no need to be so modest. I will ask His Majesty for permission. I wonder if Miss Song can investigate the case with me?"

"Ah? Investigating a case?"