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

Yue Shanhai waved his hands, indicating that he could hold on. His voice was already hoarse, but he still insisted, "These things have been sealed in my heart for many years. I never dared to touch them. Every time I think of them, my heart aches. Now if I can use them to save Haoran, it will be worth it."

Chu Yunxi silently clenched her fists, and Xiao Mubei also felt compassion, "Uncle Yue, don't worry, we will do our best to find out the truth of that year, catch the murderer, and let Yue Haoran have no regrets."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yue Shanhai tightly grasped his collar, trying to calm himself.

After a long while, he continued to talk about the circumstances after Wu Zixi's death.

After burying Wu Zixi, Yue Shanhai took Yue Haoran to a town near the capital to treat Yue Yanran. Yue Yanran was knocked out in the chaos, her head hit a tree, and then fell to the ground, causing brain damage.

After seeing the doctor, the wound slowly healed. Yue Shanhai thought she was well again, so he took his two children back to his hometown.

But Yue Haoran was in a bad mood along the way. After returning home, he went out every day. Every time he came back, his clothes were very dirty and often torn in many places.

Yue Shanhai thought he was just playing around and scolded him several times. Until one day, Yue Haoran told him that he would be away from home for half a year to learn Kung Fu. Then he realized that Yue Haoran had been secretly learning martial arts for such a long time.

Naturally, he was worried, so he asked Yue Haoran where he was going to learn. Yue Haoran only said in the mountains, and that he had met a hermit master who was willing to teach him martial arts, and he had already become the master's disciple.

A child in his teens already has his own thoughts, and Yue Shanhai could not stop him. He also felt that learning kung fu was a good thing. In addition, during that period, he felt that something was wrong with Yanran. The child was almost two years old and could not walk or talk, which made him anxious, so he did not pay much attention to Yue Haoran.

From then on, Yue Haoran started to go home once every six months or a year. Every time he went back, he would just take a quick look and leave.

Two years ago, Yue Haoran told him that he was chosen to be a guard in Prince Jingyuan's palace. He would follow Prince Jingyuan to the capital and would surely achieve great things in the future.

Yue Shanhai was also happy for his son. As a commoner, how could he know what kind of person King Jingyuan was? He only knew that he was an important figure. He thought that if his son served under the prince, he might be able to make a name for himself in the future.

Who would have thought that Yue Haoran went to the capital city with all kinds of means just to seek revenge.

Yue Shanhai sighed, expressing his helplessness, but Chu Yunxi heard something wrong, "So, you don't know who Yue Haoran has been learning martial arts from for all these years?"

Yue Shanhai shook his head blankly, "Haoran never said that. I asked him twice, and he just said that his master was a hermit and didn't allow his disciples to mention his name, so I didn't ask again."

There is definitely a problem!

He taught Yue Haoran kung fu for more than ten years, but didn't let him tell his family. Also, how did Yue Haoran come into contact with King Jingyuan?

A small border town close to Nandi is not far from where the Langya Army was stationed back then. Logically, if one wanted to get to know the prince, it would be easier to get to know King Dingbei Xiao Mubei, who was in the Langya Army at the time. Why did he get to know King Jingyuan who was far away in the capital instead?

It was hard to believe that there was no problem here. Chu Yunxi looked at Xiao Mubei, and he looked over at the same time. They both smelled a conspiracy here!

At this moment, Butler Ling came back, "Your Majesty, Zi Han wants to see you."

Xiao Mubei stood up and said, "Let's go to the study, Uncle Yue, you should have a rest first. If there is any progress, I will let Butler Ling inform you."

Yue Shanhai stood up tremblingly, "Your Majesty, can I go see Haoran?"

Xiao Mubei wanted to refuse. Yue Haoran was a serious criminal and according to the law, no one was allowed to visit him. However, he saw that Chu Yunxi looked at him with expectation and knew that she hated to see this kind of separation of family members. He nodded and handed over a badge, saying, "Take this badge and go to the Dali Temple."

Yue Shanhai was overjoyed. He took the badge and knelt down again, expressing his gratitude profusely.

On the way back, Chu Yunxi said, "My Lord, I thought you would reject him."

Xiao Mubei glanced at her. Her eyes were bright and her makeup was natural. She returned the only pearl hairpin on her head to Yue Yanran. Her clothes had been washed and put on again and again. Who would believe that she was once a daughter of a marquis, a lady from a noble family? Or was she the concubine that he, the Prince of Dingbei, was about to marry?

Logically speaking, he would not even look at such a woman before, but now he didn't know what was wrong. If he didn't see her for a day, he always felt that something was missing.

Maybe it’s just a habit, King Dingbei comforted himself.

So he said calmly: "I just want them to see each other one last time. The fate of father and son in this life has ended. Let's have more thoughts on them on the Naihe Bridge."

After saying that, he left quickly. Chu Yunxi looked at his back and laughed. This arrogant and stubborn man was actually quite cute.

Zi Han was already waiting in the study of Xiaoyue Residence. After paying respects to Xiao Mubei and Chu Yunxi, she said, "The Purple Guards followed the clues given by the young lady and indeed found a person."

She handed Xiao Mubei a note, and Xiao Mubei unfolded it, "Nankun Martial Arts School."

Opening a martial arts school? It was indeed a good idea. No matter how many martial arts masters there were in the school, it would not arouse suspicion from others. No wonder the government had no suspicion for so long.

"The head of Nankun Martial Arts School is an old man over fifty years old. He usually stays at home and rarely goes out. Few people have seen him. But according to several food vendors near the martial arts school, the old man's throat was burned and his voice is very hoarse and unpleasant."

"The Purple Guards have also inquired about other martial arts sects near the capital, and there are also people with hoarse voices, but either their age does not meet the requirements or their martial arts skills are very poor. Currently, there is only this one who meets the requirements. I have asked the Purple Guards to keep an eye on him. I will come back to report to the prince. Do you want to take action?"

Xiao Mubei closed the note and said, "Let the Purple Guard keep a close eye on them first and wait for my news. Yunxi, come with me to meet someone."

Zi Han responded, and Chu Yunxi followed Xiao Mubei out again. When they went out, they looked up at the sky and saw that it was already evening. It was really busy every day.

Xiao Mubei went directly to the prison of Dali Temple. Chu Yunxi knew who he was going to see. On the way back from Chunshan County, they brought back someone.

The man was also imprisoned in the Dali Temple prison at this moment, with shackles on his hands and feet. He was imprisoned in a double cell with two doors, so it was not easy for him to escape.

Chu Yunxi didn't let him wake up all the way back, and didn't give him any more anesthetics until he was thrown into prison. He just woke up today, and now the aftereffects of the anesthetic have not worn off yet, his hands and feet are sore, and he doesn't know how many times he has greeted Chu Yunxi's family in his heart.