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"I've sent someone to find Wang Yi. Now...will you perform the autopsy with me?"

With her current understanding of toxins, Wen Qingzhi could tell that Chang Baicao died of heartbroken death just by looking at his symptoms.

It was a deadly poison made from dozens of poisonous herbs and insects, and at the same time... only the few people taught by Chang Baicao could mix it.

Since I didn’t do it and Chang Yan doesn’t know how to mix it, the only one left is Wang Yi.

This is the disciple who has been with him the longest and knows the most about poisons.

Autopsy...

Chang Yan froze in place, looking around, sobbing and shaking her head, "Master is already in such a miserable state. We all know what the poison is. Shouldn't we just not dissect him?"

Wen Qingzhi could understand this idea.

"It's up to you."

She walked over to Chang Yan and patted her shoulder. "The autopsy is to give justice to the deceased. Similarly, I also have selfish motives."

"It will give you a clearer understanding of the human body. If Chang Lao knew, he would also be willing. He would also rest in peace if his apprentice could see him off on his final journey and seek justice for him."

"I……"

Chang Yan burst into tears and looked at Wen Qingzhi helplessly, "Can I, can I?"

"I'll be the lead surgeon, and you...help."

Wen Qingzhi's eyes were sore, "Let's go."

Back in Chang Baicao's house, Feng Yunxiao helped her take Chang Baicao to the operating room and then drove the man away. "Someone needs to be sent to guard Mr. Chang's house. Feng Yunxiao, I only trust you."

At this moment, everyone in the mansion was under Wen Qingzhi's suspicion, including the Zheng family. However, she still trusted the Zheng family more, and she did not let the Zheng family interfere in this matter, also in order to eliminate them.

This time, Feng Yunxiao didn't say much, just said: "If there is a result, tell me

"it is good."

After Feng Yunxiao left, the two pushed Chang Baicao's body into [Peony Evil] for an autopsy.

Wen Qingzhi was not proficient in autopsy, so she could only do her best.

They bowed to Chang Baicao's body, and looked at the cold corpse with mixed feelings.

It should have been a day of reunion, but a murder occurred, and the victim was a relative of the two.

"Azhi, I must catch the murderer who killed my master and tear him into pieces!"

Chang Yan clenched her fists and bit her lower lip.

The monstrous hatred in her eyes poured out at this moment, like a tigress full of hatred.

"Let's get started."

Wen Qingzhi stepped forward and slid the knife down Chang Baicao's skin. Blood instantly gushed out and flowed onto the cold table, which made Chang Yan sad.

The autopsy went smoothly. The system helped with the testing, and Chang Yan was in charge of the suturing process. Wen Qingzhi stood by and watched as she skillfully and quickly sutured Chang Baicao, tears occasionally falling.

Chang Yan was afraid that her tears would fall on Chang Baicao, so she raised her hand and wiped away her tears with her sleeve from time to time.

"Master, I haven't had the chance to show my respect to you yet, why are you gone..."

"If I had known this was the case, I should have drunk with Master until dawn last night! If I were here, Master would be traveling alone, and I wouldn't be lonely..."

After the stitches were completed, she cleaned Chang Baicao's face and said, "Master loves cleanliness the most. We can't let him leave dirty."

Wen Qingzhi stood aside, watching Chang Yan carefully tidying up Chang Baicao's appearance. She quietly turned around and wiped away her tears.

After finishing the sorting, she and Chang Yan pushed Chang Baicao out and showed Chang Yan the evidence that Feng Junxiao gave her.

It was a small purse made of gray linen. The original one was crooked, so it must have been made by Chang Baicao himself.

The purse was clean and not stained with any dirt.

Chang Yan took it with both hands and opened it carefully, only to find that there was no clue inside. Instead, it was a poorly made peace blessing with "Good Luck Every Year" written on the front and a small line of words on the back.

It says: May your beloved disciple always be smiling and healthy every year.

"Yes, Master gave it to me!!"

Chang Yan's suppressed tears burst out again like a spring. She looked at Wen Qingzhi with tears and laughter, "Ah, Ah Zhi! Yes, it's the amulet that Master gave me!"

She held the Ping An Fu tightly against her heart with both hands, collapsed to the ground, and burst into tears.

Wen Qingzhi stood quietly by, guarding her and Chang Baicao's bodies.

Ever since becoming Chang Baicao's apprentice, Chang Yan has never suffered any injustice. In the past, Chang Yan's heart was filled with resentment and she was obsessed with revenge. It was Chang Baicao who gradually healed her wounded heart and helped her get out of the haze.

To Chang Yan, Chang Baicao is more than just a master.

His death was a huge blow to Chang Yan, and for a time it brought her back to the state where she had just lost everything.

The amulet left by Chang Baicao became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Chang Yan.

She cried heart-wrenchingly, and the crowd waiting outside followed her in and saw Chang Baicao, who was neatly dressed and clean, and Chang Yan, who was screaming loudly.

Feng Junxiao walked to Wen Qingzhi's side and looked at Chang Baicao, "How is it?"

Wen Qingzhi retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, and said, "He mixed the poison himself."

Hearing this, Feng Junxiao glanced sideways, but did not show any surprise.

But, there is something I don’t understand.

"He's used poison all his life, how could he not notice where the poison is?"

Yes, how could I not know?

The heartbroken murmur was not tasteless; it was bitter and astringent, and Chang Baicao should not have been unable to taste the difference. What was the reason that made him willingly eat these things?

Even if he ate it, Chang Baicao had a way to keep himself alive. Why... let him be willing to die with a broken heart?

As soon as this question was asked, everyone present fell silent. Even Chang Yan, who had been crying loudly, choked up.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes swollen like peaches as she looked at Feng Yunxiao, and said in disbelief, "Yes, how could Master not know? Even if he didn't know at the beginning, he didn't know when it hurt afterwards?"

In an instant, what happened before Chang Baicao's death became a complete mystery.

The pain of a broken heart could not be endured by gritting one's teeth. When they found Chang Baicao, his face was peaceful, and he did not look like he had been in pain.

What on earth is going on?

Chang Yan wiped the snot and tears from her face and said, "Azhi, I must find the murderer and avenge my master!"

Wen Qingzhi nodded, "Right now, we still have to find Wang Yi first."

Chang Yan naturally understood what he meant, and Feng Junxiao nodded, "We've already sent people out to look for him. Whether he's alive or dead, we'll have news soon."

At this moment, Wen Qingzhi's ominous premonition rose again in her heart.

If everything was premeditated and it was really Wang Yi who did it, then... he might not be in the capital by now.

"You should take care of your own business."

Wen Qingzhi spoke in surprise, and then she quickly moved aside, feeling a little annoyed.

No matter what he does!