In fact, everyone was obviously relieved to see Chu Qingge.

But most of them couldn't understand what she was thinking.

However, since she said that she could find the real murderer, even if she hated her like Nan Rongrong, she was still waiting quietly at this time.

Chu Weiyun had something to say, but Nan Qing coughed again.

Han Shanggong had no choice but to remind him: "Your Highness, be at ease."

Chu Weiyun bit her lip and could only swallow the words she said to her mouth.

Why do you believe that bitch Chu Qingge? She is just pretending to be mysterious!

Qingge is no longer mentally burdened now, and he feels much more relaxed.

But when his eyes fell on Nan Mingyue's body, his mood was still indescribably heavy.

She never fears the corpse, but Nan Mingyue's corpse is different.

She took out her homemade gloves from the medicine box sent by Lan Yu and put them on.

Take out another bottle of potion and apply it on one of the brocade cloths prepared by Han Shanggong.

Afterwards, she squatted beside Nan Mingyue's corpse and gently pressed the brocade onto the dagger inserted into the chest of the corpse.

No one knows what she is doing, and Feng Liye can't understand it.

Soon, Qingge took down Jinbu and looked at Nan Qing.

"I used special medicine to print the fingerprint on the dagger on the brocade cloth."

When she said the so-called fingerprint, no one remembered what it was.

Feng Liye looked down at his fingers, and his eyes were a little better: "Is it... the lines on his fingers?"

"That's right, the murderer killed Princess Mingyue with a dagger. There were naturally fingerprints left by him on the dagger."

Qingge's words made everyone's eyes fall on the dagger.

Nan Rongrong's eyes became hot and she almost started crying again.

But she dared not show her cowardice before her mother and Her Queen.

Women from Southern Jin cannot cry!

But where can you see the so-called fingerprint on the hilt of the dagger?

"This fingerprint is very shallow and difficult to see with the naked eye, but if you take the dagger in front of you and look carefully, you can still see it vaguely."

Chu Qingge's words made Han Shanggong look at Nan Qing.

Nan Qing nodded, and Han Shanggong walked down from her, walked to Nan Mingyue's body, and was about to reach out to take down the dagger.

Chu Qingge said in a deep voice: "If Han Shanggong takes off the dagger, your fingerprint will be left on the hilt of the dagger."

Han Shanggong stretched out his hand and stopped immediately.

Nanyang's face darkened and he said unhappy: "Ninth Princess, do you still pretend to be a ghost?"

What does it mean to be seen by people but not touched by people?

It's clearly a purposeful struggle.

Chu Qingge ignored her, took out another pair of gloves from the medicine box, and handed them to Han Shanggong.

"Han Shanggong, if you wear these gloves, you won't leave fingerprints on the dagger."

Han Shanggong took the gloves and was skeptical.

Finally, I put on the gloves and held the dagger on Nan Mingyue's body.

But this situation is really sad.

This dagger was still stuck in Princess Mingyue's body, and the scene in front of her was so desolate.

Finally, Han Shanggong was still cruel and pulled up the dagger.

Nan Rongrong turned around, wiped away the tears in her eyes, and clenched her fists tightly.

If Chu Qingge cannot find the real murderer, she must have killed her and breathed a sigh of relief for the Sixth Emperor Sister!
Chapter completed!