The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Scarface explained everything clearly. Shi Xinzhe rubbed his chin and said, "It seems that Pan Di deliberately led her brother astray and made him addicted to gambling. Coupled with the fact that the deceased's family treated her like a leech, she had sufficient motive to kill."

After listening to Scarface's confession, Qin Miaoxi frowned and turned to Shi Xinzhe and whispered, "But the murderer is a strong man. I hope to see a woman..."

Shi Xinzhe's eyes suddenly lit up, "Accomplice, maybe the murderer is Pan Di's accomplice."

She muttered to herself for a moment and nodded, "It's not impossible."

"I'll send someone to monitor Pan Di right now. If the murderer contacts her, they'll be apprehended."

Just as the two were about to continue their investigation, Chi Feiwan suddenly spoke up, "Master Shi, now that you've completed your investigation, can you let me handle this person?"

Shi Xinzhe was about to refuse, but Qin Miaoxi nodded in agreement: "Princess, please do as you wish."

The princess smiled and thanked him, "Thank you very much."

Just as she turned to leave, Qin Miaoxi caught a glimpse of Chi Feiwan taking out a red pill from his sleeve, pinching open Scarface's mouth and stuffing it in.

There was a faint scent of medicine wafting through the air - datura, heartbreak grass, and a few exotic poisonous herbs that she couldn't identify.

Qin Miaoxi's heart trembled violently, her pupils constricting. This seemingly noble princess was also an expert in the art of poison? She keenly sensed that the crimson pill contained at least seven deadly toxins, each one potentially lethal, yet cleverly blended together to create a terrifying toxicity that left one wanting neither life nor death.

The scarred man's face was distorted, veins bulging, yet he remained conscious. This precise manipulation of the poison sent a layer of cold sweat down Qin Miaoxi's back. She had heard her master say that, apart from the Poison King Xiao Yan, no one else in the world could so exquisitely control the proportions of the poison.

"Mr. Qin?"

"coming."

Qin Miaoxi didn't stay any longer and left quickly with Shi Xinzhe.

Scarface's heartbreaking plea for mercy came from behind: "Princess, spare my life! I didn't know it was the Regent at that time!"

They didn't hear the shouting behind them, but everyone knew that the man with the scar would probably not have a good end.

But just when they were halfway there, Zi Yan came rushing over, "Miss, why are you still here? Something happened in the shop."

Qin Miaoxi was surprised. What could happen in her paper-making shop?

Zi Yan glanced at Shi Xinzhe beside her obscurely. Shi Xinzhe immediately understood and said, "Coroner Qin, you have things to do first. Leave the search for people to us."

After they left, Zi Yan said, "Miss, there's someone in the shop."

Who could leave Zi Yan helpless? You know, Zi Yan's martial arts skills are second only to that of the eldest brother!

Zi Yan leaned over to her ear and whispered something. Qin Miaoxi's eyes widened in shock, and her expression became serious as she said, "Let's go back."

The two of them returned to the paper-making shop as quickly as possible, pushed the door open, and were greeted by a faint scent of herbs.

The man had his back to the door, intently examining a row of paper dolls on a shelf. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned around, a meaningful smile plastered across his wrinkled face.

Poison King Xiao Yan.

Qin Miaoxi stopped, adjusted her breathing slightly, and then said to the person inside: "Senior!"

Xiao Yan looked at her with an incomprehensible smile on his face, "The paper figurines you made are very good."

"Thank you for your compliment, Senior." She felt puzzled, but remained calm and polite, gazing at the other person warily as she spoke. "I wonder what advice you have for me today, Senior?"

Xiao Yan's actions were treacherous and unpredictable. Qin Miaoxi still remembered their first trade with the Snow Lotus. Since then, the Poison King had repeatedly poisoned her. If those poisons weren't lethal, she would have wondered if she had offended him in some way.

Zi Yan stood aside, her right hand tightly gripping the hilt of her sword, her knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion. Her sharp eyes, like a hawk, followed Xiao Yan's every move, her entire body tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

Xiao Yan seemed completely oblivious to the two's little tricks. He walked straight to the counter and tapped the surface with his bony fingers: "Make me a few more paper figures."

Sure. Qin Miaoxi agreed calmly, "What style would you like, senior?"

Xiao Yan slowly took out a yellowed scroll from his sleeve and unfolded it carefully.

The painting depicts a pair of perfect lovers: the man, with his sharp brows and bright eyes, exudes an imposing presence; the woman, with her brows and eyes painted, is gentle and charming. In the lower right corner of the scroll are inscribed the words "永結同心" (eternal union of love and unity), though the ink has faded somewhat.

"Do it this way." Xiao Yan's voice rarely showed a trace of fluctuation.

Qin Miaoxi stared at the scroll, her brows furrowed slightly. Unlike last time, this time Xiao Yan had specified a specific appearance.

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Xiao Yan: "Forgive me for being so presumptuous, but I wonder if the two people in the painting are still alive?"

"Why are you asking this?" Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a fierce murderous aura suddenly burst out from his body, causing the candlelight on the table to flicker.

Zi Yan instantly drew her sword from its sheath, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Xiao Yan's throat.

Qin Miaoxi remained motionless, her voice as cold as ice: "I don't make paper figurines that resemble living people."

His tone was as firm as iron, just like his attitude when he refused to write his birth date on the paper.

Xiao Yan was stunned.

He stared at Qin Miaoxi's stubborn eyebrows, and his sharp gaze gradually faded, as if he was staring through her at a distant shadow.

The shop was eerily quiet; the only sound was the faint crackling of the burning candle wick.

After a long time, Xiao Yan suddenly chuckled and opened his mouth several times but said nothing.

He quietly put the scroll away, turned around and left without saying anything.

It wasn't until he walked out of the shop that Zi Yan's nervous heart finally settled down, "Miss, the Poison King..."

"Cough cough!"

Before she finished speaking, Qin Miaoxi's face turned dark in an instant. She was horrified and said, "Miss, you have been poisoned."

Qin Miaoxi quickly blocked several major acupoints on her body, and the surging blood and energy in her body calmed down a little.

She immediately took her pulse and quickly found out what kind of poison she had. She was puzzled, but also relieved. "It's not a strong poison. I'm fine."

After saying that, she took an antidote pill to suppress the toxins in her body, but in order to detoxify, she needed a special antidote.

"Miss, what medicine do you need?"

Not long after, Qin Miaoxi wrote out a prescription and boiled the medicine an hour later.

After drinking it, he immediately felt the toxins being broken down by the medicine, and his dark face became rosy.

Zi Yan cursed and said, "Is this Poison King sick? Why does he always come to harm you? He even made it so difficult for me to leave the mountain now."

"The Poison King is skilled in the use of poison, and his personality is eccentric and strange. You can't think of him in the same way as ordinary people."

"That's right! Who in their right mind would make a paper figurine out of a living person?"

Mentioning this, Qin Miaoxi said thoughtfully: "Zi Yan, do you think the woman in the painting looks like a person?"

"Who?"

"The Regent Princess of Yanhuang Country."