After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 212 Change of appearance

Song Yanyi's figure quickly disappeared outside the mansion gate. Qing'an hurriedly chased after him, full of confusion: "Young Master."

"Go to the Dali Temple immediately and find a coroner for me."

Song Yanyi's voice pierced through the cold wind and seemed unusually calm.

"Wu Zuo? Dali Temple?"

Qing'an was very confused.

Song Yanyi said nothing more, jumped on the horse's back, and uttered two words: "Huai Yushan."

Then he squeezed his legs together, and the horse neighed, galloping away like an arrow, with the guards following closely behind.

Qing'an stood there in a daze, and gradually realized from the shock that the young master was going to verify the remains of his cousin?

After waking up from the shock, Qing'an did not dare to delay and hurriedly prepared his horse and galloped towards the Dali Temple.

At this moment, the Huaiyu Mountain was shrouded in mist. Song Yanyi stood in front of Cui Rongrong's tombstone with a firm gaze and ordered the guards: "Dig it up."

Although they were confused, none of the guards dared to disobey. As the shovels were swung, mud flew and the heavy coffin gradually revealed its true appearance. A storm that would reveal the truth was quietly brewing.

Song Yanyi stood beside the mottled grave pit, his eyes sharp as an eagle, staring silently at the heavy coffin. The air around him seemed to be frozen by his cold gaze, and in the dead silence, the only sound was the faint sound of wind and the friction of dead leaves.

Finally, with an ominous creaking sound, the coffin lid was slowly lifted, as if revealing a secret that should not be known.

Inside the coffin, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared: a charred body lay quietly inside, its skin had long lost the luster of life and was mottled by the erosion of time.

As the corpse had been buried deep underground for many days, it began to show signs of decay. An indescribable stench accompanied by dark green pus slowly overflowed and hit the nose, making people feel nauseous. The guards around it frowned and covered their noses, unable to endure the breath from hell and unwilling to look at the horrific scene again.

However, Song Yanyi's eyes were fixed on the tortured body like a magnet, and his indifference revealed an indescribable persistence and determination.

There was no expression on his face, but his heart was surging as he pondered the many mysteries hidden behind this.

At this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar, getting closer and closer, breaking the moment of silence.

Qing'an led the coroner and rushed to the scene at full speed. Their figures gradually became clear in the flying dust.

"Xiao Sir."

The coroner, dressed in black, saluted with awe, a look of confusion between his brows.

Song Yanyi raised his chin slightly, with a faint, barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a calm and unyielding tone: "Please examine the body carefully. I need to know what took her life."

Upon hearing this, the coroner lowered his eyes and stared at the body in the grave. A trace of hesitation and reluctance flashed in his eyes: "Sir, this body seems to have been resting in the ground for a long time. Is it really necessary to perform an autopsy? This is against common sense, and opening the coffin and performing a dissection may be unlucky."

In response to the coroner's concerns, Song Yanyi curled up a slightly sarcastic smile.

His mind was as clear as a mirror. If it were not for the purpose of finding out the truth and giving the deceased the respect and justice they deserved, how could he bear to disturb this hard-earned peace?

But those suddenly disappeared banknotes and deeds were like lighthouses in the fog, guiding him towards a hypothesis he was unwilling to face.

"Verify!"

His voice was cold and firm, leaving no room for doubt.

Seeing this, the coroner stopped talking, respectfully covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, carefully slid down the slippery edge of the grave, took out a set of sharp and cold autopsy tools, and began his mission.

Time seemed to stand still and every second seemed to be stretched, until the coroner climbed out of the dark tomb again with a complicated look on his face.

"What did you find? Was he really burned to death?"

There was a hint of chill in Song Yanyi's voice, and it seemed that even the temperature in the air dropped.

The coroner frowned and shook his head, speaking with confusion: "Not likely. Although the body is somewhat decomposed, judging from the traces, it is more likely that it was burned after death. There is no ash deposited inside her throat, which means that she did not inhale a lot of smoke before the flames engulfed her. Also, this woman may have suffered from severe tuberculosis before her death."

When Song Yanyi heard this, his face became even gloomier, and the doubts in his heart gathered like dark clouds.

tuberculosis?

How can it be?

How could she, who was full of energy and active in thinking every day, have such a disease?

The coroner did not notice the subtle change in his expression and continued to ponder: "In my humble opinion, this woman's death may have nothing to do with the fire. It is more likely that she died of illness. As for why she was burned after death..."

Before he finished speaking, the veins on Song Yanyi's forehead appeared faintly, and the jade ring hidden in his sleeve silently turned into pieces. The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, almost out of control.

Why?

Because the body in the coffin is not her at all!

He regretted his slowness. How could a soul struggling to survive choose to give up everything?

It turns out that from the beginning to the end, he was just a pawn on the stage, being played around by this carefully planned scam.

Anger burned in his chest like boiling water, his throat was filled with rusty bitterness, his eyes were flashing with the light of revenge like rubies, and his clenched fists seemed to be strangling the throat of the mastermind in mid-air.

"Cui Rongrong, you are so cruel and scheming!"

This low roar made the coroner beside him feel an unprecedented chill. He took a few steps back unconsciously, as if he had touched upon some unspeakable taboo.

Song Yanyi's face was as dark as ink, and he issued an irrefutable order to Qing'an beside him: "Organize people immediately, and dig three feet underground to find her!"

Qing'an was so shocked by this sudden order that he was at a loss for words. In his panic, he remained loyal and said, "Yes!"

Just as he was about to leave, he stopped hesitantly and turned around to ask, "Where do we start?"

There might be some clues to be found within the capital, but if this woman had the courage to fake her death and escape, she would certainly not be stupid enough to stay in the capital. I'm afraid she would have already fled far away and it would be difficult to find her whereabouts.

Song Yanyi tried to calm the excitement in his chest and said in a deep voice: "If she escaped, she must have changed her appearance. Instruct all prefectures and cities to conduct a detailed investigation of all new registered populations in the past three months. They must be checked one by one."

He paused, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "I want to see the list of Qingzhou Prefecture with my own eyes!"

Qing An was startled when he heard this and quickly agreed: "Yes!"

"Choose another reliable person and immediately leave for Shiya County to closely monitor Lin Han's every move and all those who interact with him frequently."

"Yes!"

Qing'an did not dare to delay and immediately began to make arrangements.

Song Yanyi looked at the disguised corpse again, his teeth chattering, and his deep and powerful voice echoed in the cemetery: "Cui Rongrong, you'd better not let me find you in Qingzhou, otherwise..."

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On the other side, the sky in Qingzhou was as blue as a mirror, and the sunlight shone on the ancient stone road, warm and bright.