The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

Song Yuntang read the three petitions one by one.

"It's hard for me to judge based on just the text. Is there any physical evidence?"

Zhu Deming hurriedly took out a lunch box from the bookshelf behind him.

"This is the cake that the concubine of the Hu family ate on the day she had a miscarriage. It was sent along with the complaint. The doctor has examined it and it seems to be fine."

Song Yuntang opened the food box, which contained a plate of peach cakes. As soon as he opened it, he could smell the crispy aroma.

She reached out and took a piece of peach cake, smelled the surface, and found it was fine.

I opened it again and checked the inside carefully, and there was no problem.

Just when she was wondering, she suddenly saw a little white powder in the darker food box, which was almost imperceptible without careful observation.

She reached out, dipped her hand in the powder, put it under her nose and smelled it, and suddenly she understood.

"Trichosanthes root is cold in nature, and pregnant women with weak spleen and stomach may suffer from loose stools and abdominal discomfort after taking it. This drug can also affect the growth and development of the fetus and increase the risk of miscarriage."

She carefully examined each peach cake in the food box and the plate on which they were placed.

"It's true that no tricholoma was added during the production of peach cakes, but a very small amount of residue could be seen on the plate. Perhaps the previous doctor focused on checking whether there was any problem with the peach cakes and ignored the plate, so he didn't notice it."

"My guess is that it was probably a small amount and multiple times that eventually led to a slip."

Zhu Deming's brows relaxed and he smiled happily.

"Oh, it's been seven or eight days, and this case is finally showing some signs of progress! I knew that once Miss Song came, things might turn around."

Song Yuntang closed the lunch box.

"The other two cases..."

Zhu Deming gestured towards the door and said, "Miss Song, please come with me to the Wang family first. The mistress of the Wang family passed away the day before yesterday, and the family is currently holding the funeral. However, because there are doubts about the case, I have ordered them to postpone the funeral for a few days until the truth is revealed."

Song Yuntang nodded and left the yamen with him. He was accompanied by Master Qin, who was holding a pen and paper to record the case.

"Even the coroner can't determine the cause of death of the Wang family's mistress?"

"Mrs. Wang was a woman. When the coroner performed the autopsy, almost all the female members of her family were present. In order to preserve the lady's chastity, the autopsy had to be concluded hastily. Anyway, so far, no reason can be found." Master Qin said from behind.

In the past, due to the differences between men and women, many women died unjustly, and the truth was buried underground with the bodies.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the Wang family.

The Wang family was indeed holding a funeral. Lanterns and mourning banners with the word "葬" (Dedication) written on white paper were hung at the door. After Master Qin explained his purpose, the servants led the three of them to the mourning hall.

A man and a woman were kneeling in front of the mourning hall. The woman was about thirteen years old, and the man was two or three years older than her.

The two men had red and swollen eyes and looked haggard. Perhaps it was the sudden death of their mother that tortured the two teenagers into this state.

Seeing the visitor, the two of them hurriedly saluted.

"Master Zhu, Master Qin."

Zhu Deming raised his hand, "No need to be so polite."

After turning to bow to the spirit tablet, he looked at Song Yuntang behind him.

"Miss Song, let's start."

Just then, a middle-aged man came to the mourning hall, bowed to Zhu Deming with a flattering smile on his face.

"Master Zhu, the weather hasn't cooled down yet, and my wife's body has been lying in the mourning hall for three days. I wonder how the investigation is going on here? If the coffin isn't sealed and the body is buried soon, I'm afraid it will rot."

In her previous life, Song Yuntang had seen many dead people and their families in the hospital, but she could not see any sadness in the eyes of this Mr. Wang.

This husband is really cold-hearted.

A woman followed Mr. Wang into the mourning hall, twisting her waist as she walked and spoke.

"Yes, Master Zhu, my sister has had a heart attack for a while now. Although her death was a little sudden, it's not inexplicable. The two children probably couldn't accept their mother's death and reported the case. Now that it's been investigated, there's no problem. How can we just keep her in the mourning hall without burying her?"

She came into the hall and bowed to Zhu Deming.

"Liu Jiaojiao greets Master Zhu."

Zhu Deming glanced in the direction of the two of them and said with a smile.

"No rush, I think we can bury him after today."

The reason why the cause of Mrs. Wang’s death could not be found and the case was not closed was because some of the Wang family’s practices were too strange, but they were unable to find evidence.

When Liu Jiaojiao heard what Zhu Deming said, she couldn't help but tighten her hand holding the handkerchief under her sleeve.

The young boys and girls standing nearby in mourning began to wipe away their tears again.

Zhu Deming gave Song Yuntang a wink, and Song Yuntang walked towards the coffin.

"I hope this young lady will not destroy my wife's body." said Mr. Wang.

"I can't guarantee that."

Song Yuntang said coldly and came to the coffin.

After putting on the mask and face towel handed to her by Master Qin, she began to examine Mrs. Wang.

When Liu Jiaojiao saw that the person performing the autopsy on Mrs. Wang's body was a teenage girl, she felt relieved. Even an experienced coroner couldn't tell, so it was even more impossible for a young girl to tell anything.

She hid the smile on her lips with a handkerchief.

"Young lady, please look carefully to avoid delaying your sister's burial."

Song Yuntang ignored her. After carefully examining Madam Wang's body, she felt for her heart and asked, "What did Madam Wang eat the day before she died?"

The young girl standing not far away wiped the tears from her cheeks and choked up, "My mother's food that day was no different from usual. It was just ordinary meals in the mansion, and medicine to treat her heart disease."

The man next to her continued what her sister said.

"My mother's heart disease had been improving under the doctor's treatment, but for some reason, when I saw her recently, she kept complaining of palpitations and chest pains, and she wasn't very energetic to talk to us. The doctor we called couldn't find any problems. I suspect she ate something she shouldn't have, otherwise she wouldn't have changed so much."

But he didn't know any medicine, and the elders in his family were unwilling to check him out.

They could only report the case to the government office and let the government intervene.

If his mother was really framed, he had to find out the truth so that she could rest in peace.

Mr. Wang, who was not far away, said impatiently, "She already had a heart disease. It was only getting better before, not completely cured. It's not surprising that something like this happened suddenly. Now that you have reported it to the authorities, your mother will not be able to rest in peace even after her death."

The boy looked at him hatefully.

"When Mom was alive, Dad never showed any concern for her. But now he actually considers her."

"You!" Master Wang pointed at him and shouted angrily, "You unfilial son! How dare you talk to your father like that?"

Liu Jiaojiao hurried forward and stroked his chest.

"Master, don't be angry. Hongxuan is still young. He didn't mean to anger you."

Then she looked at Wang Hongxuan and said, "Hongxuan, I know you are unhappy because of your sister's death, but the master is still your father after all. With outsiders present, you should give him some face."

Wang Hongxuan said, "Stop pretending to be so hypocritical in front of us. It's disgusting!"

Master Wang pointed at him.

"Look at him, a rebellious son!"

Just as he was about to say something, Song Yuntang spoke up, "Could you please show me the residue from the medicine Madam Wang took? Also, please give me a list of the food she ate in the last few days."

Combining the symptoms Wang Hongxuan just mentioned and the conclusions drawn from the autopsy on Mrs. Wang, she wanted to confirm one thing.