The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

The princess simply glanced at the maid beside her, who immediately understood and retreated quietly.

As for what to arrange, both of them knew it clearly, but neither of them pointed it out.

Qin Miaoxi looked at the maid's departing figure thoughtfully. After a moment, she said softly, "Princess, I have something I would like to ask you."

The corners of the princess' lips curled up slightly, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, and her voice softened a little, "We get along well, there's no need to be so distant. Just call me Aunt Chi."

Qin Miaoxi was slightly startled. The Regent Princess's real name was Chi Feiwan. As the junior apprentice of the Poison King, Xiao Yan, she was known for her aloofness and aloofness. Even she herself couldn't understand why she felt such an inexplicable affinity for the young woman before her.

"Aunt Chi!"

Qin Miaoxi readily changed the address, her eyes clear and firm, "Does that piece of Ruan Yunsha... have anything to do with you?"

Chi Feiwan's expression was slightly tense. After a moment's silence, he spoke frankly, "That's right. Back then, the Empress spent all her efforts to weave Ruan Yunsha and gave it to me. I..."

Her voice suddenly choked. "I used it to swaddle my daughter, but...something happened later, and my daughter disappeared."

Qin Miaoxi was shocked. Although she had guessed it long ago, hearing Chi Feiwan tell the truth with her own ears was still a different feeling.

She saw the princess's well-maintained fingers unconsciously clenching her sleeves, her knuckles slightly white, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

"Aunt Chi, do you suspect Pan Di is your missing daughter?"

Chi Feiwan shook his head and said, "I don't know. We've been disappointed too many times over the years."

She paused, then suddenly stared at Qin Miaoxi with a burning gaze and said, "But your eyes... are very similar to his."

Qin Miaoxi's heart skipped a beat: "Him?"

"My husband..." Chi Feiwan's fingertips trembled slightly, "He is also the Regent of Yanhuang Country."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Qin Miaoxi's mind. She subconsciously took a half step back, but saw that Chi Feiwan had withdrawn his hand, and his expression had returned to its usual composure.

"But there are so many similar people in the world." Chi Feiwan laughed at himself, "I am just crazy."

Qin Miaoxi and the other person remained silent, and soon they heard hurried footsteps outside.

The two turned around at the same time and saw a yamen runner running towards them with an excited look on his face.

"Coroner Qin! Found it."

The bailiff saluted breathlessly, "According to the clues provided by Miss Pan Di, we really found the man with the scar on his face in the gambling house in the south of the city!"

Qin Miaoxi's eyes flashed, and she immediately asked, "Where is the person?"

"He's been brought back and is waiting in the front yard." The bailiff wiped the sweat from his forehead. "That fellow is very stubborn and refuses to say anything. Your Excellency, please come over."

Upon hearing this, Chi Feiwan calmly straightened his sleeves and said first, "Let's go and take a look."

The two of them walked quickly towards the front yard.

In the front yard, a burly man with a face full of flesh was tied up and pressed to the ground.

A hideous scar extended from the right corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, making his already ferocious appearance even more terrifying.

Seeing someone coming, he looked up fiercely, but the moment he saw Chi Feiwan, his face changed drastically and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Qin Miaoxi took all these changes in sight and exchanged a meaningful look with Shi Xinzhe without making any expression.

Shi Xinzhe lowered his voice and said, "This guy is very stubborn. I even used the sheep punishment you taught me before, but I still couldn't pry his mouth open."

Qin Miaoxi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she heard this - how could anyone be able to withstand the torture of sheep punishment that makes people want to be neither alive nor dead?

"still......"

Just as she was about to speak, Chi Feiwan slowly stepped forward and said softly, "Let me do it. After all, we are old acquaintances."

Shi Xinzhe looked puzzled and looked at the Regent Princess of Yanhuang Kingdom in confusion - how could she know the ruffians in Jingzhao City?

Chi Feiwan moved lightly, approaching the scarred man. With a flick of her toe, the wooden stick on the ground leaped into her hand like a living thing. The ordinary stick twisted in a beautiful arc between her fingers, finally steadily lifting the scarred man's chin.

"Long time no see." Chi Feiwan raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a chilling smile, "I didn't expect you to hide in Longyuan Country."

The scarred man shuddered, and beads of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. His pupils constricted, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he gritted his teeth, unable to utter a single word.

Chi Feiwan gently scratched the scar on his face with the stick in her hand, and her voice was as gentle as a casual conversation: "This scar was left by my own hands, remember? Back then, you said you would fight for my husband, but then you turned around and sold his expedition route to the enemy."

The wooden stick suddenly exerted force, and the scarred man groaned in pain.

Chi Feiwan leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Tell me, what new things should I add to your face this time?"

The scarred man finally broke down and shouted hoarsely, "Princess, spare me! I'll tell you everything!"

Qin Miaoxi and Shi Xinzhe exchanged glances, each seeing shock in the other's eyes. This desperado, who wasn't even afraid of torture, was frightened by Chi Feiwan's few words.

Chi Feiwan chuckled twice, turned to Qin Miaoxi and said, "Ask! If he dares to lie, this princess doesn't mind having another medicine man."

The scarred man nodded repeatedly in fear and promised sincerely, "I dare not. I will tell you everything I know."

Others don’t know how powerful Chi Feiwan is, but he was “fortunate” enough to try it once, and he will never forget that feeling of being worse than death in his life.

Qin Miaoxi asked, "What is your relationship with Pan Di?"

"I don't know her..." The scarred man was about to deny it, but when he saw the portrait Qin Miaoxi took out, he suddenly remembered, "It's her. Her brother owed money to our gambling house, and we went to collect it. This is all legal!"

"Tell me more details."

The scarred man swallowed his saliva, and the cold sweat slid down his forehead. "That kid owed us three hundred taels of silver in the gambling house. When we went to collect the debt, this girl came out and stopped us, saying that she would find a way to pay it back..."

Qin Miaoxi's eyes darkened: "So you threatened to chop off her brother's hands and feet?"

"This, these are the rules of the road..."

The scarred man sounded a little guilty and couldn't help but steal a glance at Chi Feiwan. Seeing her cold expression, he immediately changed his words, "I know I was wrong! I just went to scare him, I didn't do anything else!"

Chi Feiwan suddenly asked: "How do you know this girl?"

The scarred man hesitated, and when he met Chi Feiwan's cold gaze, his face suddenly turned pale, "It's...it's this girl who brought her brother to gamble."

? ?

This result was indeed something they had not expected. The scarred man continued, "And the gambling money that guy borrowed was all provided by his sister. This girl said he was uneducated and unskilled, so we should just teach him a lesson."

"How did you teach him?"

"We just tried to scare him a few times, but he was too addicted. As soon as his sister paid him back, he came back again. After a few times, he owed us a lot of money."

Shi Xinzhe asked solemnly, "Did you teach him a lesson with arsenic?"

The scarred man shook his head repeatedly, "No, we are doing legitimate business..."

"Ah!"

Following a cold sneer from above his head, the scarred man shut his mouth wisely. This was an evil spirit that could not be provoked.