"Although Jiang Mansion was guarded by soldiers, I sneaked in and took a look."
"Najiang Fengnian had his eyes and jaw closed, his limbs were cold and cyanotic, his face and lips were red, his right index finger was bent, and he had no symptoms of bleeding from the mouth and nose."
When Luo Jiuli heard this, he glanced at Xiao Mingxuan silently.
"Judging from Mo Han's description, Jiang Fengnian does have symptoms of carbon poisoning, but there is one difference."
"That is, people with carbon poisoning have increased carboxyhemoglobin in their bodies, and their skin and lips are cherry red. Even if they die for a long time, it is unlikely that their face and lips will be red."
"As for other symptoms"
Luo Jiuli paused for a moment. They were all professional terms. People wouldn’t understand them even if they were mentioned, and they might even ask questions.
"Who performed the autopsy on Jiang Fengnian?"
Mo Han said:
"Sun Zhou and Zhang Ping are all present."
As soon as Luo Jiuli heard these two names, he fell silent.
That Zhang Pingquan was a descendant of Dali Temple and a subordinate of her brother-in-law, so there should be no autopsy mistakes. And that Sun Zhou didn't look like someone from the underworld.
"Li'er, what do you think?"
Xiao Mingxuan also didn't believe that Jiang Feng died of charcoal poisoning at the annual meeting.
"Your Majesty, it's useless to speculate out of thin air. Besides, the two authors, Sun Zhou and Zhang Pingquan, both said that Jiang Fengnian died of charcoal poisoning——"
Luo Jiuli frowned. Both of them were experienced operators, which made her a little shaken for a moment. It took her a while before she finally made up her mind and said slowly.
"The corpse can talk. I can only make a conclusion after seeing the corpse."
On the side, the father-in-law and Luo Yuanliang took a deep breath.
Corpses can talk? Isn't this nonsense?
"Little sister, are you sure you want to see the body?"
Luo Jiuli nodded and corrected:
"It's not about looking at the body, it's about doing an autopsy."
Now the Duke could not sit still, his eyes were straight and his eyebrows were almost flying.
"What did you say? You want an autopsy? Autopsies are done by men. You, a girl, are going to do an autopsy?"
"No, no, absolutely no."
"That thing is very unlucky. A good thing is about to happen to you. To avoid causing complications, it's better not to go."
Luo Jiuli really didn't expect that her father would stop her. She sighed in her heart and looked at Xiao Mingxuan silently.
What do you mean?
Xiao Mingxuan didn't have any emotions, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.
"do you want to go?"
He could tell that she was confident about this matter, and even eager to try it.
"Um."
Luo Jiuli nodded solemnly.
"Didn't the prince say that? Jiang Fengnian is just the head of the Treasury Department. How capable and courageous does he have to send an assassin to assassinate the young lady of the Duke's Mansion?"
"Since there are others behind him? Then his death cannot be understood with common sense."
"Besides, I also want to know the real cause of his death."
"That's it."
Xiao Mingxuan stood up.
"As long as it is what you want, I will support it unconditionally."
"My lord."
Xiao Mingxuan said, looking at the Duke.
"With me, Xiao Mingxuan, taking care of it, all bad luck will not befall Li'er."
The meaning of what he said could not be more obvious. As long as Luo Jiuli is willing, there is nothing that cannot be done with him.
The Duke of Guo was startled, and the colors on his face changed. Although he was willing to see the Ninth Prince pampering and doting on his daughter in every possible way, this matter somewhat made him reject it.
"Your Majesty indulges her so much. Doesn't it make her proud?"
"Besides, after all, Jiang Fengnian is also an official of the imperial court. She has no official position and no position. This is against the rules."
Luo Jiuli: Dad! I thank you. How can anyone say this about his daughter? I don’t know how to be tactful. This emotional intelligence is so touching.
Xiao Mingxuan put his arms around Luo Jiuli.
"If I say it's within the rules, she'll follow the rules."
"Mohan."
"master."
Mo Han stepped forward, glanced at his master silently, and thought to himself.
No matter how much the master dotes on the second young lady, he should still have some sense of propriety. The second young lady who has no official position and no position actually wants to do an autopsy. The master can also respond to every request. Is this okay?
"Go and call Sun Zhou and Zhang Pingquan to Jiang Mansion to wait."
"yes."
Mo Han lowered his head to accept the order, bowed and retreated.
The Duke still felt that this was inappropriate and wanted to persuade him, but Luo Yuanliang grabbed him and shook his head slightly.
"Your Majesty, I would like to go with you to Jiang Mansion. Please allow me to do so."
Xiao Mingxuan glanced at him expressionlessly.
"That's fine."
After saying that, he personally picked up the white fox fur on the shelf and put it on Luo Jiuli's body, tied it with a belt in a familiar way, and then took the not-so-warm hand stove from her hand.
"Nan Xing, go to Fuquyuan to get your master's medicine box and bring it back to the carriage."
"Nan Zhu, replace your master's hand stove."
"yes."
Nan Xing and Nan Zhu are well-trained and work together in division of labor.
Nan Zhu, in particular, had long been concerned about whether this scene was strange or not. He glanced at the eldest Duke Guo next to him and smiled to himself.
What is this? If the Duke of the State were to see the Prince putting on his master's shoes and socks, I don't know if the Duke of the State would faint.
Until Xiao Mingxuan left the Nuan Pavilion with Luo Jiuli in his arms, the Duke of Guo still looked like he had not come to his senses.
"Liang'er, what did the prince do just now -"
Luo Yuanliang sighed softly.
"Yesterday, I already saw it in the palace."
"Father, all things in this world really come down to each other."
"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't even be able to believe that the Ninth Prince, the majestic God of War of the Changning Dynasty, would be so willing to put down his noble figure for a woman, and yet do such an intimate act in front of outsiders."
"And this woman is still my sister."
The Nuan Pavilion suddenly fell into a brief silence.
After a while, the Duke turned his head and looked out the window, sighing quietly:
"I don't know whether this is a blessing or a curse for Jiu'er."
On the carriage outside the Duke's Mansion, Luo Jiuli held the stove that Nan Zhu had just handed over, and looked at the medicine box that Nan Xing had sent over, his eyebrows knitting together deeply.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Mingxuan hugged her waist.
"My lord, do you think my father will be scared?"
Xiao Mingxuan was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the expression on the Duke's face just now, a smile spread across his brows.
"It's not that scary, but you need to slow down."
Luo Jiuli nodded.
"That's right, my father is stationed in the military camp all year round. Although he has a straightforward temperament, holds military honors, and is valued by the emperor, there is only one thing that he has limited ability to accept new things and his emotional intelligence is slightly low."
"Emotional intelligence?"
Xiao Mingxuan heard new words again, words he had never heard before.
Luo Jiuli sighed and did not answer Xiao Mingxuan's doubts, but said:
"As a daughter, I shouldn't say this about my father, but my lord, do you know why my father has been stationed at the Liyang Military Camp, a hundred miles away from the capital, all these years?"