The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

The Lu Mansion was in chaos. Everyone was like headless flies, without a backbone, like a pile of loose sand. The order and rules of the past were gone.

The servants in the mansion were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They were as terrified as frightened birds. They rushed out of the door regardless of everything and fled, just to find a way to survive. The respect and obedience they had shown to their master in the past were long thrown out of the window.

The concubines of the three brothers of the Lu family were even more realistic. They disappeared overnight, leaving behind only empty and deserted houses filled with endless desolation and desolation.

Zou stood there in a daze, her eyes empty. It took her a long time to come back to her senses after this sudden change.

The air seemed to be frozen, filled with bone-chilling cold, without a trace of human presence.

She slowly raised her hand and held onto the pillar beside her. Her body trembled slightly, and her nails unconsciously dug into the wooden pillar. The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Once, she was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family. As a young woman, she fell in love at first sight with the suave and charming Mr. Lu Sanye and, despite her family's objections, married him. But when did everything change? It was when he first brought a concubine home, then the second, and the third. She went from being a lady of noble birth to a woman who wore heavy makeup and meticulously dressed herself, moving among the concubines daily. Her eyes always held a hint of cruelty, and her methods became ruthless. To maintain her status as the principal wife, she schemed and meticulously eliminated the concubines.

She would observe their every move from the shadows, and if she had the slightest clue, she would suppress them by any means necessary. Every time she successfully pushed out a concubine, she would admire herself in front of the mirror, feeling that her position was even more secure, and she would become the person she most despised.

But now, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and that smile was full of self-mockery and regret. All this was just an absurd joke.

Lu Laosan was the youngest son of the Lu family. He could neither inherit the family business nor become a marquis. However, he was obsessed with fighting for the title.

She still remembered that in order to avoid killing those women, she had gone to great lengths to kill them by borrowing a knife, and she was complacent about her cleverness.

Looking back now, she realizes how stupid and ridiculous she was in those days. Her eyes are full of regret and confusion.

She stumbled to find a torch, and her hand holding the torch trembled constantly, causing the flame to flicker.

She walked towards the lobby step by step, with complex emotions burning in her eyes, including anger, unwillingness, and even contempt for the absurd days of the past.

She flung the torch fiercely into the hall and gazed at the blazing fire. The flames reflected a red glow on her face, clearly illuminating the wrinkles and fatigue on her face. She left without a trace of nostalgia, her hair disheveled in the wind, and she left without a glance back. Her figure, illuminated by the firelight, looked particularly resolute and desolate.

Inside the Marquis' Mansion, the moonlight was like water.

Lu Qingchen stood quietly in the courtyard, looking in the direction of the billowing smoke, his face calm without a trace of emotion, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Qin Miaoxi came to his side, her eyes fell lightly on the fire, and she said softly, "That's the direction of Lu Mansion."

"Well, it was Lu Laosan's wife, Zou, who set the fire, and the entire Lu Mansion has been engulfed in flames." Lu Qingchen's tone was light, and he did not reveal a trace of sadness because it was his father's family.

"Zou had already given the divorce agreement to Lu Lao San before he was beheaded. Now she is burning another family's mansion, so she can take it back to the government office for trial."

Qin Miaoxi cried out, she had thought Zou's feelings for Lu Lao San would remain unwavering and she would never give up! But in the end, this is...?

"The result of the trial is at most a compensation of silver. All three members of the Lu family are dead, and this silver should be paid to you."

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but shudder, "Forget it, I don't have time to get involved with her."

Seeing his face full of resistance, Qin Miaoxi smiled unkindly, but she felt that his expression was a little strange, so she frowned and asked, "You are not regretting it now, are you?"

Wasn't Lu Yuande the culprit who killed his mother? In the afternoon, he looked like he was going to die, and now he looks like this again. Men are so fickle!

But he must not really regret it, otherwise, I will definitely look down on him.

Although it is not appropriate to say such words given my status, what Lu Yuande and the Lu family did is really hard to accept, and their death does not deserve it.

Lu Qingchen hummed softly and sneered, "Regret? No, how could I regret it? I've been waiting for this day for more than ten years."

"So now you are...?"

Qin Miaoxi was full of doubts. He looked so deep that it seemed as if he was pretending to be deep.

Lu Qingchen suddenly smiled widely, his eyes gleaming with delight. "Happy! Happy! Besides the fact that I didn't kill that bastard myself, what could be happier than seeing the murderer of my mother dead?"

Qin Miaoxi: "..."

She suddenly discovered that this guy actually had some of Nezha's rebelliousness in his bones. He really didn't take his father and his family seriously. It was clear that there was a killing god hidden in his cynical heart!

She saw the bundle on the ground out of the corner of her eye and immediately said angrily, "Now that the bundle is packed, it's time for you to get out!"

Lu Qingchen's mouth twitched, and he muttered in disappointment: "I'm leaving, why are you so happy!"

"The ears are pure."

"..."

That night, Lu Qingchen took Wen Zhu and a team of carefully selected escorts from the escort agency and hurried out of the city.

Almost at the same moment, the news was presented to the emperor's dragon desk.

At this moment, the candlelight in the hall flickered, and the light and shadow swayed slightly on the wall.

The Emperor leaned back on the throne, his eyes closed, as if resting. His fingers rested lightly on the armrests, tapping rhythmically, over and over again, as if lost in thought. An elusive aura of majesty emanated from him.

At this time, Eunuch Wu beside him tiptoed over with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup. He bent his body and spoke respectfully and cautiously, "Your Majesty, you have worked hard all day. It is really hard. Please drink this bowl of ginseng soup while it is hot."

The emperor did not open his eyes, but simply uttered two words: "Put it aside for now."

The voice was low and calm, yet it carried an undeniable power.

Eunuch Wu quickly put down the soup bowl, stepped aside and stood quietly.

"Do you think the Marquis of Xuanping is the Ghost-Faced Judge?"

The emperor's voice suddenly rang out, like thunderclap out of nowhere, echoing in the quiet palace.

Eunuch Wu's entire body shuddered violently, his entire body like a frightened bird. He subconsciously straightened his back, a subtle flicker of vigilance in his eyes, and he replied cautiously, "This...this servant truly has no idea."

"Don't know? What exactly do you mean by not knowing?" The emperor's tone was calm, but it hinted at an unquestionable sense of oppression.

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Wu's expression froze instantly. He was at a loss for words. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly spoke, "Your Majesty, I personally feel that the young marquis is not the ghost-faced judge."

The Emperor's eyes, which had been half closed, suddenly opened. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, and he looked straight at Eunuch Wu. It seemed as if his eyes could see through people's hearts. "Why do you say that?"

Eunuch Wu forced a dry smile, his expression awkward, but his tone was very straightforward: "I dare to speculate that the young marquis is probably not capable enough to bear the title of Ghost-Faced Judge."

The emperor's gaze fell on him, and he stared at him for a long time. Suddenly, he chuckled and pretended to be angry and said, "Only you are so bold and outspoken. But Lu Qingchen is a mediocre person and really doesn't have such ability."

Eunuch Wu had a fawning smile on his face and chuckled twice, but deep down in his heart there seemed to be a beating of war drums and his heart was beating like thunder.

"Go, call the people from the Imperial City Bureau."

The emperor's voice came slowly, and after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, and an elusive aura emanated from his body.

Eunuch Wu hurriedly responded with a "yes" and swiftly backed out of the hall.

Not until the door of the hall slowly closed behind him did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Alas, the emperor has not yet let go of his doubts!