The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

"What is this? Is it iron?"

Full of doubts, Lu Qingchen walked forward and touched it. He felt a cold and hard feeling in his hand, which was definitely not a characteristic of wood.

Qin Miaoxi nodded, her face tense, "The iron coffin locks the soul, and it will never be reincarnated."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but shudder. A chill seemed to rise quietly from the soles of their feet and instantly spread throughout the body.

"really?"

Lu Qingchen knew nothing about this.

Qin Miaoxi carefully observed the completely exposed iron coffin and said solemnly, "Wooden coffins are yin, which nourishes the soul and helps it reincarnate. But this is not ordinary iron. It is yang iron that has been exposed to the midday sun for nine days. It will block the path to the afterlife like a cage, trapping the soul inside and preventing it from ever being reborn."

“This is too vicious.”

Lu Qingchen muttered to himself, "First he crippled someone, then he used the iron coffin. Who hates him so much?"

Qin Miaoxi pursed her lips into a straight line and specially used an iron coffin for burial, but then stole the body from it and placed it in a cave. What's the point of doing this?

Her gaze fell on Lu Qingchen again, "How much do you know about the Qian family's son-in-law?"

"I don't know much, I just know that the Qian family's son-in-law is from Fuzhou. He spent all his savings on taking his mother to Beijing for the imperial examination. Later, he made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings to pay for his mother's medical treatment. Later, he was favored by the young lady of the Qian family and voluntarily married into the Qian family as a son-in-law."

Lu Qingchen rubbed his fingers to show that he was very tired. He dared not say anything to Qin Miaoxi's speechless gaze. How could he have known that one day he, a marquis, would have to do the work of gossiping.

Qin Miaoxi looked at the captain and said, "You can go investigate which coffin shop made the iron coffin and who bought it. I believe there will be clues."

The captain ordered the men to pack up the coffin and asked, "Well, aren't you going back with us?"

He appeared calm on the surface, but he was already frantic inside. "Auntie, please stop being so arrogant. You've done all my work, what else can I do?"

Qin Miaoxi laughed dryly: "No, I'm going to the Qian family."

The two sides parted ways. Lu Qingchen looked at the coffin and then at Qin Miaoxi's departing back, and followed decisively, "Woman, wait for me!"

When the two arrived at the door of Qian's house, the door was open, servants were hurrying in the yard, and a chaotic quarrel could be heard from the hall.

Qin Miaoxi and the other person looked at each other and walked in.

On the way, they gathered together a group of onlookers and asked, "What's going on in there?"

"It was a distant relative of the Qian family who knew that the master and the young lady had died and came to rob the Qian family's property."

Lu Qingchen sneered, "Haha, you really are a bunch of snobs who won't get up early unless there's something to gain."

Qin Miaoxi immediately glared at him and warned: "Don't follow me now, let's act separately."

But just as she took a step, she was pulled back by Lu Qingchen, "Why should I go with you?"

Lu Qingchen immediately became unhappy, looked her up and down, and then suddenly realized.

Qin Miaoxi raised her eyebrows. What was that expression on his face?

[Woman, after all these years, you're still so devoted to me that you're afraid of tiring me out even when walking. You really are... not reserved at all.]

Hearing this, her fists clenched suddenly, instantly becoming as hard as rock. The veins on the back of her hands revealed her furious mood at the moment.

Lu Qingchen was frightened by her gaze. Seeing her pull back her sleeves in anger, he immediately said, "Alright, I won't follow you."

Qin Miaoxi suppressed her anger, her rationality gradually returned, and her eyes looking at him became thoughtful.

She pressed on step by step, and Lu Qingchen felt a little uneasy and subconsciously took a half step back.

However, as if he felt that this action would undermine his dignity as a young marquis, he paused and then resolutely went forward. However, the red tips of his ears had already exposed his inner unrest.

"You've seen me before."

The words were affirmative. He should have known me before, otherwise why would he keep saying that I admired him.

"Of course I have. It was you who took me to the yamen." Lu Qingchen retreated step by step under her oppressive gaze.

The tall and strong man now seemed even weaker than the woman in front of him.

"No, before that. Where did you know me from?"

Qin Miaoxi almost pushed him into a corner. They were so close that their breaths intertwined. Her big, clear eyes flickered, more deadly than any other.

"I...I don't understand what you're saying."

One was retreating step by step, while the other was pressing forward step by step.

"Did I confess my feelings to you?"

Lu Qingchen clenched his fists, his heart pounding deafeningly.

Qin Miaoxi suddenly stopped, and all she could hear was his frantic shouting: [She remembered? Oh, God! Is she going to force me? Should I give in? Or should I take over?]

Qin Miaoxi's eyes twitched when she heard this. She let out a long sigh and silently said in her heart: Killing someone means paying with one's life, infinite holy Buddha.

Now she was sure that she had never met him, because this narcissist was sick.