The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Lu Qingchen, with great foresight, placed the leftover pastries and the pot of white porridge from Madam Wang's family in front of him.

"Everything is here."

Xiao Yan glanced at it indifferently, raised an eyebrow at him, and said, "None of these things are."

Lu Qingchen gritted her teeth inwardly, "You've tricked me!"

To everyone's surprise, Xiao Yan just smiled and said nothing, pointing to the incense in the mourning hall and saying, "That's the one."

He then pointed to the most unlikely thing, the teapot.

"Both can have a calming effect when used alone; however, when their scents come together, they produce a deadly poison that can kill instantly."

The sequence of events was now crystal clear: first, someone deliberately served Madam Wang a specially prepared tea; then, incense with specific effects was lit in the mourning hall. These two steps were intricately linked, clearly part of a meticulously planned secret murder plot.

"Who prepared this pot of tea? And where did they buy the sesame oil?"

The servant from the manor, who was summoned for questioning, trembled with fear and dared not meet Qin Miaoxi's gaze. In the end, she stammered, "This tea is the flower tea that Madam Wang likes to drink the most, and the incense was also bought from the coffin shop."

"Find the person who will brew the tea."

"Yes."

The servant breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled away.

Qin Miaoxi's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Was there any need to be so afraid?

"Which coffin shop did you buy the incense from?"

"Yes, it's the coffin shop at the east end."

As soon as he mentioned it, Qin Miaoxi knew that this was her rival.

"You, you, you, come with me!"

She stormed off with her men, determined to destroy any shop that dared to sell poisonous incense.

However, when they got to the door, they found that they couldn't get out. There were several burly men blocking the door, holding sticks. They were wearing the same style of gray cloth clothes and looked like servants of someone.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking the entrance to the Wang family's house?"

"Haha! Sir, please don't misunderstand. We are all relatives of the Wang family. We heard that their family was unfortunately killed and there was no one in charge of the household, so we traveled a long way to help them with the funeral arrangements."

The speaker was an elderly man with a long beard. He glared at the servants and said, "What are you all standing there for? Take the masters back to the mansion. Don't delay their investigation."

The servants swarmed around, shouting gruffly, "Please!"

In an instant, a sharp arrow pierced the air, grazed their ears, and shot straight into the door panel behind them, its fletching humming.

"Get out of my way, I'll see who dares to stop my wife." When Lu Qingchen arrived in a hurry, he first shielded Qin Miaoxi behind him before he could even steady himself. His broad back blocked the servants' view. Then he raised his eyes and stared at everyone, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

The old man's shrewd little eyes swept over the two men, and finally he laughed loudly, "Since you have business to attend to and need to go out, then I dare not stop you. All of you, step aside and make way for you."

Lu Qingchen took Qin Miaoxi's hand, the warmth of his palm sending shivers down his spine. He said firmly, "Wife, let's go. I'll go with you."

Qin Miaoxi stopped and instructed the people behind her, "You go and investigate first. I'll have the Poison King arrive later."

"Yes."

Lu Qingchen blinked blankly, "Wife, why aren't you going?"

"No, thank you. Now that the Wang family is here, we should tell them about the Wang family of three in detail." Qin Miaoxi smiled and stepped aside. "Old lady, please come in."

The old man didn't refuse and led his group inside with a swagger.

“Wife, they…” Lu Qingchen puffed out his cheeks in anger. There were very few people in the capital who dared not take him, the young marquis, seriously. He was determined to teach these outsiders a lesson and make them understand the rules of the capital.

Qin Miaoxi's face was full of determination. She said solemnly, "Go and notify the Ministry of Justice to send all their people here. Whether we can catch the Ghost-Faced Judge depends on this."

Lu Qingchen gasped, "The Ghost-Faced Judge is coming?"

[Damn it, how did my wife find out? Did she expose me? Impossible! I'm so careful, I couldn't have given myself away.]

Suddenly, Qin Miaoxi turned to meet his eyes and said, word by word, "Then, you should also explain your own affairs."

Lu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and she almost bit her tongue. "I... I swear to God, I didn't hide anything..."

Her soft fingers touched his lips, and she looked down into his watery eyes. Her red lips parted slightly: "Swearing will come true."

Qin Miaoxi smiled, turned and entered the courtyard, leaving Lu Qingchen frozen in place with his clothes soaked.

"Wife...do you even know?!"

The wind disperses the whispers, and the hidden secrets will eventually see the light of day.

Inside the main hall, the old man led the group to their seats and, like a lord, directed his servants to do their work.

"Listen up, you who know what's good for you! The Wang family has no one to back them up now, and this mansion will be ours sooner or later. If you dare to disobey, we'll be the first to sell you off!"

The servants dared not speak out in anger, and their actions became more cautious than before, knowing that servants who were sold out never had a good ending.

"Steward Shen, you've finally arrived!" The servants looked at him as if they had seen a savior, their eyes suddenly lighting up as they crowded around him, chattering excitedly.

Butler Shen calmly glanced at the people sitting sprawled out in the room and ordered, "Do as they say."

"But……"

"You can be sold however you want."

Everyone fell silent, trembling with fear. Even Steward Shen had made such a statement. What could they possibly do, no matter how many ideas they had?

Upon entering the hall, the old man's scrutinizing gaze immediately fell upon him. "You must be Steward Shen? I've long heard of your reputation. You're efficient and methodical in your work, a true asset to Chengfeng."

"You flatter me, sir. I am not worthy of such praise."

"Since Chengfeng values ​​you, you must not disappoint his expectations of you."

Butler Shen smiled calmly, "What the old master said is quite right. Now that the old master is no longer alive, you naturally have the right to control the Wang family. I have already prepared guest rooms in the mansion. I wonder if the old master is satisfied?"

The old man nodded slowly, a satisfied look on his face. But the middle-aged members of the family couldn't contain their dissatisfaction and immediately questioned, "Why only prepare guest rooms but not the main courtyard? We will be the owners of this mansion in the future, how can we live in guest rooms?"

“That’s right, get the main courtyard ready, we’ll be moving in tonight.”

Butler Shen pursed his lips with a troubled expression. "Gentlemen, it's not that I'm trying to cause you trouble, but there have just been murders in several main courtyards. If you don't mind, I'll have someone clean up the belongings left by the master and young lady."

As if they had just realized this, the group shuddered in unison, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"Then how about..."

The group hesitated, looking at each other, none of them wanting to contradict themselves.

The old man scoffed, his eyes brimming with greed that was almost overflowing. "You good-for-nothing, stay in the guest room. We'll discuss everything after the handover is complete."

Now that they had been given a way out, the group readily agreed, and the topic was considered closed.

"We've been here for so long, why haven't you even brought us a cup of tea?"

"Come here."

Butler Shen immediately ordered preparations, and everyone, already hoarse from talking, began to gulp down the drinks.

"Delicious! No wonder it's Wang family's tea... Pfft!"

Puff puff!

A sweet taste rose in everyone's throats, and they all spat out blood. Drops of blood splattered down, instantly staining the blue brick floor of the hall mottled and glaring.

"poisonous."

"It's you!"