Long Live the Empress

Soon, the Dali Temple sent the body over. Wang Yi looked at Xiao'e's body and was furious. "This villain is too cruel. He actually cut open a person's stomach!"

Yan Liyuan glanced up and down at Xiao'e and said, "Call Hebai over!"

He Bai, as his name suggests, is handsome and elegant, with the appearance of a graceful young man. He is also good at medicine, so many women in the capital use He Bai as a criterion for choosing a son-in-law.

He Bai thought something had happened to Yan Liyuan, so he ran over with his medicine box in his hand. When he saw Wang Yi, he immediately supported Wang Yi's shoulders and took a few deep breaths. "Where is the Nine-thousand-year-old injured?"

Wang Yi pushed He Bai's hand away with disdain, "Don't curse our governor! Our governor is fine!" He glanced somewhere again.

He Bai followed Wang Yi's gaze and looked over there, and sure enough, Yan Liyuan was standing there intact, looking at a woman lying on the bed.

He Bai finally felt relieved and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, "It's good that you're okay, Nine Thousand Year Old, it's good that you're okay!"

Yan Liyuan had long been accustomed to He Bai's impatience, and he ignored him when he knew someone was coming, "Come and take a look at this corpse..."

He Bai jumped three meters away when he heard this, "I am a doctor, not a coroner. I don't want to steal the coroner's job..."

Without waiting for He Bai to run far away, Wang Yi grabbed him by the back of his neck and brought him to the corpse.

"I heard that Mr. He wants to come to the capital to see his grandson. What do you think Mr. He would feel if he knew that his grandson had no intention of becoming an official for so many years and only wanted to be a small doctor?"

He Bai got furious when he heard this, "Yan Liyuan! Don't go too far. If my grandfather knew about this, he would be so angry that he would die!"

Yan Liyuan didn't care how He Bai would react, he just pointed with his chin, "That's this one, let's start."

He Bai cursed Yan Liyuan fiercely in his heart, then reluctantly lifted the white cloth and said through gritted teeth: "Remember!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard stood beside the body with a pen and paper, ready to record Hebai's diagnosis.

"The corpse spots are purple, and the time of death should be the day before yesterday. The body shows signs of muscle relaxation, limbs becoming soft, pupils dilated, eyes slightly open, and skin losing elasticity. All these indicate that this woman died of excessive blood loss..."

He Bai was also very careful and serious in his work. He checked the woman's wrists and arms again. "The joints are very easy to bend, and there are blood stains between the fingers."

Then He Bai pulled away the white cloth covering Xiao E. "Hiss," He Bai took a breath and pointed at Xiao E's bloodstained belly. "This... this..."

"What's this? Keep testing!" Yan Liyuan didn't want to listen to He Bai's nonsense and interrupted him immediately.

He Bai muttered to himself as he waved his fist at Yan Liyuan's back, then he opened Xiao'e's belly and began to examine it. "There are expansion lines on the belly, which means that this woman is pregnant. Judging from the patterns, she should be more than seven months pregnant. The knife wound is very neat, and it can be seen that the murderer is an old hand. Huh? The internal organs are intact, but the baby is missing..."

"Besides the baby, what else is missing?" Yan Liyuan looked at He Bai, his hands covered in blood, digging at the wounds of the corpse, without feeling a bit.

He Bai took another closer look. "Apart from the baby, the placenta is also missing. The rest is all there! Oh, this woman is so pitiful. She was stabbed in the stomach while she was still alive, and died of blood loss. Nine thousand years old, there are people in this world who are more cruel than you!"

How could Wang Yi tolerate He Bai being so presumptuous in front of Yan Liyuan? He grabbed his collar and wanted to throw him out.

He Bai clung to the door frame tightly and shouted at Yan Liyuan, "Yan Liyuan... Ninth Thousand Year Old, please ask him to put me down! There are some... some details I haven't told you yet! Wang Yi, you dare to disrespect me? Then I won't say anything! Humph!"

Yan Liyuan frowned at the noisy He Bai and said, "Send a letter to Old He, telling him that his grandson misses him and asks him to come to Beijing as soon as possible..."

“No, no… Nine Thousand Year Old… I was wrong, isn’t it okay that I was wrong? I was just a joke, why take it seriously! Hehe…” How could He Bai, who was playing tricks at this moment, still look like the elegant gentleman he usually was?

Yan Liyuan winked at Wang Yi, and Wang Yi let the man go.

He Bai straightened his clothes, snorted at Wang Yi, and then walked back to the body. He picked up a bamboo stick and a piece of white paper and gently dug out some dirt from the nails of the dead man. "There is dirt in the nails of the dead man. Look, the color of the dirt is red, and there is a faint medicinal fragrance. It smells a bit strange..."

He Bai picked up some soil with his hands, crushed it, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, "It's like... like tortoise shell mixed with blood!"