Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

When Su Qingli came back, there was still half an incense stick of time left before three hours.

"Qingli pays homage to His Majesty."

"Checked it out?"

"Your Highness, I have found it."

"Who is the murderer?"

"Before identifying the murderer, Your Highness, please allow me to ask the people present a few questions."

Su Qingli turned around and looked at everyone present, and then her eyes fell on the personal maid of the wife of the Marquis of Qingyang.

"Miss Xu'er, I noticed a wound on the Madam's fingertip. Do you know when she got injured?"

The woman who was named was startled and quickly said, "My wife accidentally cut herself while peeling fruit."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Xuer said guiltily.

Mo Yunting glanced at the maid and said nothing.

"Can I ask the Marquis a few questions?" Su Qingli looked at Marquis Qingyang and asked in a gentle voice.

"You ask." Marquis Qingyang said disdainfully.

"The Marquis and his wife are deeply in love. I heard from his wife that he spent a fortune crafting a set of warm jade chess pieces for her as a birthday gift. Is that the set in her room?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Did the Marquis personally give the chess piece to Madam, or did he ask someone else to do it?"

"Of course I gave it to my wife myself."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingli closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then looked at the wet nurse of the wife of the Marquis of Qingyang. "Madame Qin, you are the wife's wet nurse. You must be very familiar with her habits. Do you know what habits she has before playing chess?"

"Su Qingli, what exactly do you want to do?" Qingyang Hou shouted angrily, "Are you trying to frame someone else?"

"Why is the Marquis angry? I'm just asking a few questions. What's more, this is allowed by the prince."

Marquis Qingyang wanted to refute, but when Mo Yunting looked at him, he swallowed all his words.

Nanny Qin cried until her eyes were red. She was really sad about the death of the wife of Marquis Qingyang.

"My wife always likes to place the chess table in the middle before playing chess. It can't be tilted at all."

Su Qingli nodded, turned around and bowed to Mo Yunting: "Your Highness, please have someone move Madam's chess table here."

Mo Yunting didn't know what Su Qingli was up to, but he still asked someone to move the chess table over.

Su Qingli looked at Xu'er and said, "Miss Xu'er, you've been with Madam for several years, so you must be very familiar with her habits. Please demonstrate what Madam does on a daily basis. Madam Qin, you watch from the side and correct her if anything is wrong."

Xu'er's face turned pale and she wiped her clothes nervously with her fingers. When she heard the guard urging her, she walked forward, sat down at the chess table, and straightened the tilted chessboard.

"No, that's not the right gesture. Madam is worried that the chessboard will scratch the table, so every time she sets the chessboard, she holds it up with her fingers..." Nanny Qin said as she gestured, "Ouch, what is that?"

Nanny Qin spread out her hand, and there was a small wound on her index finger, bleeding. After taking a closer look, she found that there was a barb under the chessboard that had pierced her finger.

"Miss Xu'er, please do it again according to Madam Qin's instructions."

Xu'er looked flustered and quickly looked at the Marquis of Qingyang. The Marquis of Qingyang was also a little flustered: "Su Qingli, you said you were looking for the murderer, but now you are doing these boring tricks here. What exactly do you want to do?"

"My Lord, I'm just looking for the murderer." Su Qingli said slowly, "The murderer was very clever. He killed the lady using a method that no outsider could possibly do."