The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

"You members of the Wang family all deserve to die!"

Butler Shen's face curled into a sinister smile. Accompanied by a low, grating laugh, he strode lightly to the old man, gripped his chin tightly with his fingertips, and lifted him up with a single, forceful motion.

"Why... why?"

The old man's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible. Each time he struggled to speak, he vomited large amounts of blood, which dripped continuously down his chin.

"Who do you think wrote this letter to you?" Butler Shen's eyes were full of mockery. "If it weren't for your greed, why would you come to the Wang family? To willingly come and be buried with them."

The old man stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "You killed that entire family of three."

"Yes! But no one will know, because you will soon follow in their footsteps."

As his voice grew louder, the pressure on the old man's neck intensified, and the suffocating pain made his vision blur. Driven by the instinct for survival, his wildly kicking feet struck the other man's abdomen. The moment the dull thud rang out, Butler Shen's grip on his neck suddenly loosened, and he clutched his abdomen, his body arching forward, beads of sweat quickly forming on his forehead.

"You, weren't you poisoned? Why...?"

He stared at the old man in astonishment. How could someone who had been poisoned have such strength?

"Because they weren't poisoned by you."

Butler Shen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark figure flash before him like lightning.

The next second, both wrists were suddenly clamped from behind, and the rough hemp rope tightened sharply, sending a sharp pain through the body.

"You little brat, you've been hiding it well!" Lu Qingchen kicked him in the back, rendering him unable to move.

From disbelief to bewilderment, Steward Shen watched helplessly as the constables fed pills to the "dead" in the hall, their pale faces visibly regaining their color.

"Your Honor, I'm innocent! I only gave them a small punishment because I felt sorry for my master." Steward Shen pleaded, looking up at Lu Qingchen. Seeing that Lu Qingchen didn't budge, he raised his voice, "Even your Dali Temple can't just bully innocent people like that!"

"Are you innocent?"

Qin Miaoxi looked at him intently and asked, "How did Steward Shen know that we were from the Dali Temple and not the Ministry of Justice? If I remember correctly, it was the Ministry of Justice that took the Wang family's case, and even Grandpa Wang thought so."

Steward Shen paused for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on his lips. "When you gentlemen arrived, I asked a few questions and that's how I learned that you are officials from the Dali Temple."

"Really? Who are you asking about?"

Butler Shen's smile froze. "Sir, you're joking. There are so many people, I can't remember them all."

"Then do you remember how to kill a woman who loves you?"

Just then, a pair of exquisite yet cold-looking embroidered shoes suddenly stopped in front of him, completely blocking his view.

He stiffly raised his head, looking up along the shoes. The moment he saw the face clearly, horror surged over him like a tidal wave. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"How come it's you? Aren't you already dead?"

Wang Xiangxiang, who should have been lying in a cold coffin long ago and deemed lifeless, was now standing alive in front of him, staring at him with wide-open eyes and a strange expression of both crying and laughing on her face.

With tears in her eyes, Wang Xiangxiang stared intently at him, her voice hoarse as she questioned, "Why did you kill me?"

"Xiangxiang, listen to me, it's so good that you're alive. I only made a mistake. How could I, who love you so much, kill you?"

Wang Xiangxiang shook her head, looking utterly devastated. "I heard everything you just said. You wanted our Wang family to die."

A cold glint flashed in Butler Shen's eyes, and he immediately offered an explanation, "That was all nonsense I made up. Don't you also hate these greedy parasites?"

"What does this have to do with the medicine you gave me that contained a drug that would prevent me from having children?"

The explanation abruptly stopped, but soon the sophistry resumed, "No, it wasn't me..."

But when he saw the doctor standing at the door, his words seemed meaningless. He suddenly burst into laughter, gritting his teeth and saying fiercely, "Yes, I'm going to kill you. I'm not just going to kill you, I'm going to kill everyone in your Wang family."

It felt as if a sharp arrow had pierced Wang Xiangxiang's heart, causing her excruciating pain. She could no longer hold back her sobs.

"Then you're probably going to be disappointed. Apart from Master Wang, everyone else is still alive." Qin Miaoxi gave the maids a look, signaling them to take Wang Xiangxiang away.

"Don't try to fool me, I personally poisoned Madam Wang to death..."

As he looked at the scene before him, his voice became uncertain, and his bloodshot eyes stared unblinkingly at the woman in front of him.

Madam Wang, her mouth full of blood, suddenly stood up. She struggled incredulously, and her wrists immediately showed purplish-black marks.

"How could this be? Why aren't you dead?"

He suddenly looked up at Qin Miaoxi, gritting his teeth and roaring, "It was you! You made them fake their deaths to deceive me! It was all your conspiracy!"

Qin Miaoxi frowned and stared at him coldly, "If it weren't for Miss Wang's deep affection for you, and her refusal to reveal your identity no matter how much we pressed her, we would have arrested you long ago, and we wouldn't have gone to such lengths to set up a trap for you."

"Unfortunately, she was just a hook you used to lure Madam Wang back to the manor. Don't you think so, Shen Zhichong?"

Upon hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar name, Butler Shen froze on the spot, stammering, "It's been so long since anyone called me that..."

He stared intently at Qin Miaoxi, "You're very capable, you were able to find out my identity. Then you should know why I want to take the lives of the Wang family."

Qin Miaoxi nodded. "Your Shen family was once a renowned and powerful family. Your father and Master Wang were very close friends, calling each other brothers. Back then, the two of them did business together, which should have been a beautiful story. But who would have thought that the Shen family would suddenly suffer a misfortune and be convicted by the Ghost-Faced Judge. In the end, your father and mother died tragically in this turmoil. Only you, because you were studying abroad at the time, were lucky enough to escape this calamity of extermination."

"You never wanted to believe that someone like your father would make money off the common people with such ill intentions, so you struggled to survive while secretly investigating the truth of what happened back then. You found clues from the smallest details and eventually pointed directly to the Wang family. Past friendships were shattered in the face of evidence, and you became convinced that the Shen family's annihilation back then was a carefully planned frame-up by the Wang family."

"So you decided to take revenge on the Wang family and make the masked judge who wrongly killed your parents get the punishment he deserved."

Shen Zhichong had already suppressed his manic expression and was now completely absorbed in what seemed like a beautiful story.

"please continue."

"You chose Wang Xiangxiang, the only daughter of the Wang family, approached her as a down-on-his-luck scholar, and eventually gained the appreciation of Master Wang, gradually becoming the Wang family's steward."

"When he conspired with the government to substitute substandard relief supplies for refugees, you began your revenge plan. You placed the judge's edict in the courtyard of the Wang family as a warning, and even offered to report to the authorities for their safety. In reality, you were trying to lower the Wang family's guard so that you could kill them more easily."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as Shen Zhichong gazed at her approvingly, "You're right, but how am I supposed to leave Master Wang's bedroom? I don't know how to shrink my bones."

"The fact that you can describe the art of bone shrinking means you know it."