The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

At this moment, Lu Qingchen suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the room: "Perhaps, I have a way to make him speak."

Qin Miaoxi turned her head thoughtfully when she heard this, her eyes fell on his face, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked, "Tell me about it."

A trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across Lu Qingchen's face. He lowered his head slightly and took a few deep breaths, as if trying to muster up courage.

Then he moved closer to Qin Miaoxi and whispered a few words in her ear.

Qin Miaoxi's originally calm expression froze instantly, her eyes filled with disbelief. She looked at Lu Qingchen fiercely: "You... actually have this kind of fetish!?"

Lu Qingchen's face flushed all the way to his ears, and he quickly waved his hands to deny it: "I'm just interrogating you, don't get the wrong idea!"

Qin Miaoxi looked him up and down, smacked her lips, and said teasingly, "Then your sacrifice is quite big."

"Forget it if you don't need it."

Lu Qingchen was embarrassed and annoyed, his face turned pale and blue, and he turned around to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by Qin Miaoxi.

Qin Miaoxi's face was full of evil smiles, and she said, "Oh! I was just joking, don't take it seriously. I'll go get ready right away, okay?"

Liang Hongkai watched the two of them playing charades quietly. Not long after, Qin Miaoxi hurried back, and the object in her hand instantly solved the riddle.

Seeing this, Liang Hongkai couldn't help but widen his eyes, his eyes full of astonishment.

The atmosphere in the dim cell was suffocating and oppressive.

Lu Yuande was imprisoned in the outer room. The dark environment made him extremely anxious. He could only pace back and forth, as if only this could dispel the fear in his heart.

At this moment, the door of the cell creaked open slowly, and a graceful woman walked in slowly.

Lu Yuande looked up subconsciously, and in an instant, his eyes widened and the blood color on his face disappeared instantly, turning as pale as paper.

The woman in front of him had long hair draped over her shoulders, was dressed in a white brocade dress, holding an ink-colored feather fan in her hand, and was staring at him with cold eyes.

"Jiang... Jiang!" Lu Yuande's voice trembled, and his fear was beyond words. The person in front of him was his wife who had died many years ago - Jiang Shuyun.

"Lu Yuande, you are not dead yet!" Jiang Shuyun said coldly, his voice echoing in the silent cell, revealing a hint of coldness.

Lu Yuande retreated in fear, his body pressed tightly against the cell wall. It was as if gusts of cold wind were surrounding him tightly, making him unable to move. He kept muttering, "Impossible, you're dead, you're dead."

There was an obvious tremor in that firm voice, as if he was trying to convince Jiang Shuyun, but it was more like he was trying hard to convince himself.

"Jiang Shuyun" took slow and heavy steps, approaching Li Ming step by step. Every step seemed to step on Li Ming's heart, making a dull sound.

Finally, she stopped beside Li Ming, and her cold breath blew straight into Li Ming's ears like an invisible cold wind. "Don't you know best whether I'm dead or not?"

Her voice was cold without a trace of warmth.

Lu Yuande on the side was completely dumbfounded. The "Jiang Shuyun" in front of him spoke with a bone-chilling chill, and his body exuded a chilling aura.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind: Could it be... that she is really a ghost?

Fear instantly gripped Lu Yuande. He fell to his knees and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Jiang, I was possessed by a ghost back then, but I had no choice. The medicine was given to me by someone else and had nothing to do with me! Please forgive me!"

"Jiang Shuyun's" bottomless eyes, like two deep pools, stared straight at Lu Yuande, as if she could see through every trace of fear and calculation in his heart.

After a long moment, she finally let out a sharp, piercing laugh, like the cry of a night owl, breaking the suffocating silence. "Why?"

This question was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lu Yuande's heart hard.

His eyes suddenly became hazy, as if he had returned to those years when he had been humble and humiliated in front of Jiang Shuyun. The suppressed anger and unwillingness burst out like a flood at this moment.

Under extreme fear, Lu Yuande's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He stood up suddenly, his eyes red, and roared angrily, "You still ask me why? If you hadn't been out in public all day, how could I have been ridiculed for so many years! And why did you hand over everything you earned to the emperor? Half of it was mine, and the title of marquis you got in exchange should also be mine. Why did you give it to that little bastard?"

Jiang Shuyun narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold glint flashed in them, and she asked coldly, "Who is that person?"

"Yes..." Just as he was about to reveal the man's identity, his voice suddenly cut off. The confusion in Lu Yuande's eyes instantly faded, and he regained his clarity. He then demanded in a stern voice, "You are not Jiang Shuyun."

Just at this moment, a slight collision sound was heard outside the cell, as clear as a pin drop.

The questioned "Jiang Shuyun" curled his lips and chuckled twice, his tone full of confidence: "Even if you don't say it, I know it in my heart. Didn't you just meet with that person's secret guards before?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuande's legs softened and he fell heavily onto the cold ground, muttering, "You really do know everything."

Immediately, "Jiang Shuyun" raised her head abruptly, her eyes blazing as she asked angrily, "What does he want you to do now? Could it be that he wants you to kill my son?"

Lu Yuande clenched the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned a cold white due to excessive force, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

"You really don't know how to live or die."

Jiang Shuyun spoke each word with an icy voice, as if carrying the chilling aura of the Netherworld Hell. "Who else is involved in this?"

"Lu...Lu Er Lao, Lu San Lao." Lu Yuande betrayed the other two completely without any hesitation.

"So, you used the lives of Li and those two concubines to set up a trap to lure him in?"

Seeing Lu Yuande remain silent for a long time and refuse to respond, Jiang Shuyun let out a sarcastic sneer, "Such a childish and clumsy trick, it's ridiculous that you could come up with it."

"Their deaths have nothing to do with me."

"If it's not you, who else could it be? You're so unscrupulous in order to frame your own son. Now, I'm sending you down!"

Jiang Shuyun's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she suddenly raised her palm, accompanied by a whistling sound, and went straight to Lu Yuande's forehead.

Seeing this, Lu Yuande's face turned pale instantly, his eyes widened in fear, and he was like a frightened bird. He hugged his head and fled in panic, shouting, "It's not me! It really isn't me! That person just ordered me to go to the study in the Marquis' Mansion to get something. Other than that, I really didn't do anything!"

After shouting, he curled up in the dark corner of the cell like a frightened mouse, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes closed tightly, and he waited in fear for the ghost-like hand to fall.

However, the expected severe pain never came.

After a long time, Lu Yuande finally mustered up a bit of courage and opened his eyes tremblingly.

Just looking up, he was stunned for a moment. There was no trace of Jiang Shuyun in the cell.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after confirming that what he saw was true, his tense body instantly relaxed and he collapsed powerlessly on the cold ground.

The joy of surviving the disaster surged into his heart like a tide. He gasped for breath, his eyes gleaming with relief.