The coroner and the concubine doctor pursue the murderer in the Dali Temple

Chapter 480: More than people died

In the next few days, Chu Yunxi went to check the pulse of the retired emperor every day, carefully arranged meals for him, talked to him and made him happy. The retired emperor's depressed mood finally improved a lot, and his body slowly recovered.

After leaving with his father-in-law, Xiao Shan no longer hid in the dark, and stayed by the side of the retired emperor to serve him every day. Chu Yunxi once suggested finding someone else to serve the retired emperor, but was rejected by Xiao Shan. He said that the retired emperor was already accustomed to them, the old people, and if he replaced someone else, he would not be used to it, and Xiao Shan would also be worried, so Chu Yunxi had to give up.

Emperor Sui Ming also came to eat and chat with the emperor every day. After the emperor got better, he also accompanied him to visit the garden. Chu Yunxi watched from the side and said to Xiao Mubei: "I didn't expect that father is such a filial son."

Xiao Mubei also stared at it intently, muttering, "Perhaps it's because he is already the only son of the Emperor."

Chu Yunxi was silent. It was rare for the royal family to have such a father and son accompany each other until old age. This could be considered a miracle. She hoped that they could stay together for more time and leave some warm and beautiful memories for the royal family.

After a few days of rest, Xiao Mubei's legs finally got better and he could walk without crutches. But Chu Yunxi wouldn't let him walk too much. After walking for a while, she would order him to sit down and rest. Xiao Mubei didn't dare to disobey. Hei Mu could also leave the house, but he didn't dare to use his Qinggong for the time being. However, he walked much better than Xiao Mubei.

God might have wanted Xiao Mubei to recover from his injuries these days, as the Dali Temple was surprisingly quiet. The security in the capital seemed to have improved suddenly, and no serious cases occurred. Emperor Suining agreed to Xiao Mubei's memorial, and sentenced He Jinghong to death for the murder of the student. He Yuanjun was acquitted, and He Yuanqi was sent back to Dayui Kingdom, and was never allowed to set foot in Dasui again.

When He Jinghong learned the result, he knelt down in the prison, kowtowed three times towards the direction of the imperial palace, and murmured, "Thank you, Lord, for your grace."

The student case was finally concluded. Although there were a few days of peace and quiet, it turned out that everything was just an illusion. The so-called peace and quiet was just the calm before the storm. When Chu Yunxi was thinking about stealing half a day of leisure, Li Shaoqing came.

Li Jinghong was furious when he arrived. When he saw Xiao Mubei and Chu Yunxi, he didn't even bother to greet them. When he was still a few feet away from them, he shouted, "Prince, Princess, it's bad. Recently, there have been a sudden increase in refugees in the city, but many of these refugees die every day. It's been two or three days, and about a hundred people have died. The people in the charity cemetery think something is wrong, and reported it to the Dali Temple today. I rushed to the charity cemetery to take a look and found that their deaths were a bit strange, but I can't tell what's wrong. Princess, why don't you go and take a look."

"More than a hundred people died?" Xiao Mubei and Chu Yunxi were both shocked. There were so many, and how come they were discovered just now?

Li Jinghong scratched his head. "These refugees have poured into the capital in recent days. No one paid attention to them at first. They didn't dare to get close to the government. When they died, they were sent to the charity cemetery. The charity cemetery didn't care at first. The capital is so big that refugees often die for various reasons every day. The charity cemetery often accepts these ownerless bodies, but the number has been too large in the past two days. The old man in the charity cemetery felt something was wrong, so he reported it to the Dali Temple."

Chu Yunxi stood up before Li Jinghong finished speaking and said to Xiao Mubei, "Your Majesty, let's go and take a look."

The two followed Li Jinghong to the charity cemetery. To be on the safe side, Chu Yunxi took out a few masks and distributed them to everyone, saying, "Too many people have died. I'm afraid there may be germs inside. Wear a mask to prevent it."

Everyone was convinced by her, so everyone wore two layers of masks before walking in. The man guarding the charity cemetery was an old man in his sixties with completely white hair and dirty clothes. When he saw Xiao Mubei and Chu Yunxi coming in, he subconsciously leaned against the wall.

Li Jinghong waved at him and said, "Old Wang, come here. This is the Dali Temple Minister, Dingbei Wang Xiao Mubei. Come and tell the prince about the situation."

Old Wang then came over tremblingly. He had never seen such a high-ranking official, not to mention a prince. He was naturally nervous. When he was about seven or eight steps away from Xiao Mubei, he knelt down hurriedly and said, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Xiao Mubei said: "Get up, what's going on?"

Old Wang staggered to his feet and said something similar to what Li Jinghong had said. Since the day before yesterday, people had been continuously sending ownerless bodies to the charity cemetery. At first, Old Wang didn't care much and asked them to temporarily put the bodies in the spare coffins of the charity cemetery. If no one claimed the bodies after some time, or if there were too many bodies accumulated, he would find someone to deal with them collectively. The charity cemetery has always done this.

However, he did not expect that in just two days, dozens of spare coffins in the charity cemetery were all filled, and people still kept sending corpses in. Old Wang then felt something was wrong. There was no place to put the corpses that were sent later, so they were piled up in the room where the coffins were stored. Old Wang went in once and found that the faces of the corpses were covered with black spots and ulcers. He found it very strange, as he had never seen so many black spots on the faces of corpses. Was he poisoned or did he have some disease?

By today, the house was almost full, so Old Wang woke up early and rushed to the Dali Temple to report the case. Li Jinghong then followed him to the funeral home. After seeing the bodies, he felt something was wrong. However, he was not a coroner and could not tell the cause of death of these people, so he hurried to find Chu Yunxi.

Li Jinghong intuitively felt that this might not be a good thing.

After listening to this, Chu Yunxi said nothing and entered the room where the corpses were stored first. As soon as she entered, she frowned. Although it was late autumn and the weather was not so hot, it was not winter yet. The room was full of corpses and the smell was really bad. But the key point was that Chu Yunxi smelled some foul odor from the pungent smell. It was not the odor of a corpse, but the odor of festering wounds. These corpses must have died of illness!

Chu Yunxi squatted beside the body closest to the door and began to examine it carefully while wearing gloves. It was a male corpse about thirty years old. The body was indeed as Old Wang said, with black spots covering almost all of its face. Chu Yunxi checked his mouth, nose and ears, and even turned his eyes over and found signs of bleeding on all of his facial features. She then checked his body and found that the ends of his limbs were severely ulcerated, and some of his limbs were almost falling off.

What kind of disease is this? Chu Yunxi felt as if she had seen such symptoms somewhere before.