The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Nie Kangshun hurriedly stepped forward, his tone hurried but respectful: "Sir, I will lead the way for you right away."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked quickly to the front, his steps hurried, as if he was afraid of wasting a moment.

Qin Miaoxi narrowed her eyes slightly, following his back with her gaze, a hint of doubt in her heart - why was he so active?

She turned her head and glanced at Ge Shu, who was still standing there with a complicated expression. Her tone was understated, but with a hint of tentativeness: "You two and Yan Xiao, you really have a deep brotherly love!"

Hearing this, Ge Shu's face suddenly darkened and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

He forced a stiff smile on his face: "Madam Hou, you are joking..."

[The one with the surname Nie is Yan Xiao's dog. He still flatters the dead.]

Afterwards, he let out a low "Pooh" and quickly caught up with Nie Kangshun, his back looking particularly stiff.

Qin Miaoxi looked at the two figures, one in front and one behind, and a hint of deep thought flashed in her eyes.

She gently stroked her sleeves and whispered to herself, "This case is getting more and more interesting."

On the way to Shanhai Tower, Qin Miaoxi followed Liang Hongkai in small steps. She suddenly said, "Master Shi, why are you handling this case? Did you write a ten-thousand-word letter in blood overnight to ask the emperor for permission?"

Liang Hongkai stumbled and almost tripped over a protruding brick on the roadside.

He hurriedly steadied himself in mid-air, and when he turned around, the wings of his black gauze hat flickered in the wind. He glared at her unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I'm just sitting there with nothing to do? The Ministry of Justice is busy investigating the smuggling salt case, and the Jingzhao Prefect is entangled in the Hexi caravan robbery and murder case. I'm just accepting this order in a time of crisis."

Qin Miaoxi suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulder, pointing at his violently twitching eyelids and teasingly said, "Sir, your eyelids are twitching strangely. Are you saying something against your will?"

Liang Hongkai brushed her hand away and hurried on without hesitation. From afar, he could still hear his inner murmurs: "Isn't it that damned Shi Xinzhe who told His Majesty that the deceased might be a current student? To show the importance of this case, I was asked to personally investigate and reassure the students."

When the Dali Temple group stepped into the Shanhai Tower, the originally quiet building suddenly became noisy.

The students popped their heads out of the room, whispering to each other, their eyes filled with confusion and anxiety.

"Brother, what's going on? Why are people from the Dali Temple coming here? Is there something wrong?" A student lowered his voice and tugged at the sleeve of his classmate next to him.

"I heard that someone fell into the lake and drowned." The other man responded in a low voice with a serious expression.

"No way? Is this kind of thing worthy of the Dali Temple's personal intervention? Isn't this an exaggeration?" Someone shook his head in confusion.

The discussions came one after another, pouring into Liang Hongkai's ears like a tide.

He stood in the center of the crowd, his gaze calm and composed. He raised his hand to signal for silence, then spoke in a clear voice, "Students, there is no need to panic. His Majesty has learned that a student has tragically drowned, and has specially sent me here to investigate the truth and explain the matter to you all. Everyone, please do not be misled by those with ulterior motives. Be sure to prepare for the exam with peace of mind and wait patiently for the test."

His voice was loud and firm, instantly suppressing the noise in the building.

After listening to this, the tension on the students' faces gradually disappeared, replaced by gratitude and admiration for the emperor.

"The emperor is truly wise. He personally takes care of even such trivial matters. He truly loves the people like his own children!" someone sighed.

"Yes, with such a wise ruler, we should concentrate on studying and serve the court!" another person echoed.

The atmosphere in the building gradually relaxed, and the students returned to their rooms and continued to study hard.

Liang Hongkai looked around and saw that everyone had calmed down. He nodded slightly and walked towards Yan Xiao's room with Qin Miaoxi and others.

However, the moment he turned around, a pair of eyes in the crowd quietly followed his back, with an unfathomable deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

Shanhailou was worthy of being the second-largest restaurant in Beijing. Even the most modest guest rooms exuded an air of quiet elegance. In the corner, a celadon vase held a few freshly picked plum blossoms, their delicate fragrance filling the air, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.

Qin Miaoxi looked around, her eyes settling on the desk in the center of the room. It was piled high with books and manuscripts, with pens, inkstones, and paper neatly arranged. It was clear that the owner of the room placed great emphasis on his studies.

She walked to the desk and casually opened a book, but her pupils shrank. A new book?

Liang Hongkai slowly walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and looked out at the street scene outside. The street was bustling with people coming and going. Not far away were bookstores, teahouses, and theaters, providing everything from eating, drinking, and entertainment.

He whispered, "It's not easy to leave from here. There are so many people coming and going on the street. If anyone goes out the window, they will be discovered immediately."

Qin Miaoxi put down the book in her hand upon hearing this and said in a deep voice, "All the books in the room are new, but there is this thing tucked inside one of them."

She pulled out a copy of "Zhenguan Zhengyao" and found a piece of paper between the neat pages. On it were eight words: The moon is full in the west tower, waiting for good news.

Liang Hongkai's expression suddenly became serious after seeing this. He looked at Nie Kangshun and Ge Shu and asked, "What does 'The moon is full in the west tower' mean?"

"Is it some secret code? We haven't heard of it before."

"Who knows what this is, maybe it's time to steal some chickens and dogs."

As they spoke, the two of them came forward to take a look at the note. Unexpectedly, Nie Kangshun's face gradually turned pale: "This..."

He went from being shocked to being incredulous. "This handwriting seems to be...Ge Shu's!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and their eyes turned to Ge Shu.

Ge Shu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly defended himself: "Nonsense! How could this paper be written by me? Nie Kangshun, don't slander me!"

Nie Kangshun gritted his teeth and said, "Ge Shu, you and I have been classmates for many years. How could I mistake your handwriting? This is clearly your handwriting! Why did you secretly meet Yan Xiao? Why do you want to harm Yan Xiao?"

Ge Shu's face turned pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his voice became sharp: "I didn't! I didn't write this letter! You are falsely accusing me!"

Liang Hongkai did not believe what they said, but compared it with the article Yan Wanwan found in Ge Shu's room. Sure enough, the handwriting on the two pieces of paper was the same.

He looked at Ge Shu coldly, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "Ge Shu, at this point, you still want to quibble? The handwriting on this letter is exactly the same as your usual handwriting. What else do you have to say?"

Ge Shu screamed in despair, and the next second the head of the police covered his mouth and pressed him to the ground, warning: "Behave yourself."

Qin Miaoxi walked slowly up to him, looked him straight in the eyes, and said softly, "You are jealous that Yan Xiao is more famous than you, and that his family is better off than yours. If he dies, you will have a chance and will never be suppressed by him again."

Ge Shu's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he blurted out, "Yes, I am jealous of him. Why is it that I study hard day and night, but in the end, the teacher can only see his excellence, and my classmates only praise his writing? What about me? I'm working hard too! Isn't it just because his family is rich and powerful, and he has a good father?"

Hearing his indignant complaints, everyone fell silent.

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain. No matter how hard you try, you can't move it.

Qin Miaoxi sighed softly, but her words were merciless as she went straight to the point, "So, it was you who tricked him out and pushed him into the water to drown him."

Ge Shu suddenly pushed away the yamen runner in front of him, staggered back two steps, and hit his back heavily on the carved screen.

"No! I didn't kill him!" His eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse as if squeezed from his throat. He clutched his sleeves tightly, his knuckles turning white: "I was jealous of him, jealous of his talent, jealous of him being favored by the teacher..."

"Stop, don't come over here!"

As he spoke, his voice suddenly rose. He grabbed the tea knife on the table and pointed it at his neck, saying, "But no matter how despicable I am, Ge Shu, I would never do such a heartless thing!"

Then he pointed at Liang Hongkai, Qin Miaoxide and the others and roared, "Can the Dali Temple ignore the law? The handwriting on this piece of paper is clearly copied! I, Ge Shuxing, am upright and honest. If you dare to wrongly accuse me... Even if it costs me my life, I will go and beat the drum to file a complaint with the emperor!"