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Chapter 168 Could Tong Shouliang not be dead?
Liang Jiang nodded: "Yes, I cut it off from Tong Shouliang's head with my own hands. What, is that not right?"

Madam Liang shook her head: "No, I just noticed that her hair is jet black, without a single gray hair. Unlike Mother, whose hair is almost half gray."

Liang Jiang glanced at her mother beside her. In the past two years, due to her father's sudden death, her hair had indeed turned more white than others.

And Tong Shouliang's hair was indeed as his mother said, jet black, without a single white hair.

A hint of suspicion arose in her heart.

Tong Shouliang got married relatively late, and was actually a few years older than his mother. Perhaps the pampered life he has enjoyed these past two years has made him have fewer gray hairs than people his age, but surely he still has some?
She stood up abruptly: "Mother, I suddenly remembered that I have some things to take care of. I'll have Aunt Yu and Yu Tan take you back to the mansion in a bit. I'll be leaving for a while."

"Why are you so anxious?"

Liang Jiang did not tell the truth: "The matter is not urgent, but we need to leave the city, and I'm afraid we won't be able to come back if we are too late."

Madam Liang didn't press further: "Perfect timing. I'd like to spend more time with your father here before returning to the Duke's mansion later. Go ahead and do what you need to do, and take good care of yourself."

Without further delay, Liang Jiang immediately left the cemetery, mounted her horse, and headed straight out of the city towards the mortuary.

Madam Liang's words just now reminded her of Tong Shouliang's unusual behavior that day, and she suddenly had a bold and strange idea.

Is it possible that the person who died in prison was not Tong Shouliang at all?

Even if it's just my overthinking, even if there's only the slightest possibility, I absolutely cannot let my guard down and must go and verify it myself.

So she immediately rushed to the mortuary. Unfortunately, she was still a step too late.

When she arrived at the mortuary and asked about Tong Shouliang's body, the people there told her that the case had been closed and the body had been claimed by Tong Shouliang's relatives the day before.

The people who arrived were Fang Chengxu and Tong Zhao'er. They were immediately placed in coffins and taken back to the capital.

The person guarding the mortuary was an old man with failing eyesight.

Seeing that Liang Jiang was dressed in mourning clothes, he asked her what her relationship was with the deceased.

Liang Jiang didn't want to say much, only saying calmly, "I just wanted to see him off on his final journey and to see him one last time."

The old man shook his head: "If it's a relative, it's better not to see them. A young girl like you would have nightmares if she saw them."

You have no idea how horribly he died. His forehead was smashed open with a sledgehammer. Even his daughter couldn't bear to look at the body; she didn't bother to prepare his remains, placing him directly into the coffin without changing his burial clothes.

Liang Jiang's heart skipped a beat: "You're saying his skull was shattered by a hammer?"

"Absolutely. I've seen countless corpses in my life. I can tell at a glance that his skull was shattered by a heavy object. In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen someone so ruthless to himself."

Liang Jiang clearly remembered that Guan Qi said Tong Shouliang had shattered her skull with a palm strike. When she first saw the mangled wound, she was amazed by Tong Shouliang's profound inner strength.

Where was the murder weapon hidden? Tong Shouliang was thoroughly searched before entering prison, so it was impossible for him to have hidden a hammer.

So he pressed on, "Uncle, did you clean his body before he died? What did he look like?"

The old man shook his head: "Although we treated it with lime as soon as it was delivered, the weather is so hot now. If it's left for a day, the person will be unrecognizable. The face is covered in blood and flesh, and it's a terrible sight. How can I possibly see what the person looks like?"

Liang Jiang was very frustrated. Indeed, Tong Shouliang had been dead for three days, and his body must have been unrecognizable long ago.
"And his hair, do you see any gray hairs?"

The old man shook his head: "His hair is all tangled up, I can't tell the difference at all."

Disappointed, she bid farewell to the old man.

The old man reminded him, "The family just claimed the body yesterday. If you still want to see it one last time, it's not too late to go now. It shouldn't have been buried yet."

Liang Jiang thanked him, and seeing that it was getting late and fearing that the city gates would close when she returned, she immediately spurred her horse and left, heading straight back to the capital.

Just after leaving the mortuary, turning off the mountain road and entering the main road, we heard shouts of fighting and the clash of weapons not far ahead.

Could it be that bandits are robbing travelers? Or perhaps a bloody battle among outlaws?
By this time, it was already dark, and there were very few pedestrians on the official road. But this was, after all, outside the capital, right under the emperor's nose; who would dare to be so bold?
Liang Jiang immediately shook the reins and galloped toward the source of the sound.

As they got closer, they saw that, just as they had expected, a dozen or so men in blue robes wielding steel knives were committing a crime.

A vermilion carriage was parked in the middle of the road, its curtains hanging low and countless feathered arrows stuck in the carriage. It was unknown who was sitting inside.

Several corpses lay scattered on the open ground outside the carriage.

The man in blue gradually approached the carriage.

In front of the carriage, there was only a man who looked like a coachman, leaning against the carriage, watching the man in blue in front of him warily, still putting up a last stand.

He held a riding whip in one hand and clutched his left abdomen with the other, where blood was gushing out. He had been hit by an arrow and was clearly at his last gasp.

The coachman glared angrily at the man in blue, demanding, "Who sent you?"

The man in blue sneered, "You value money over life, so don't blame us for being ruthless. Originally, we just wanted some silver to spend; we didn't want you to lose your lives."

The driver gasped for breath: "Robbery? Do you know who we are? Aren't you afraid of having your entire family wiped out!"

"I don't care who you are! Even if it's the King of Heaven himself, I'd still dare to rob you! Brothers, stop wasting time talking to him, let's attack together!"

At the leader's shout, more than a dozen steel knives slashed at the coachman without warning!
How could Galangal stand by and watch someone die?

In a moment of desperation, he first shouted, "Stop!"

Then the whip flew from his hand and struck the leader, knocking the steel knife from his hand.

At the same time, she flicked the reins and charged straight at the group of men in blue like a whirlwind.

Without a word, he hooked one of the men's steel knives with his foot and, like a swift knife cutting through tangled hemp, forced back the first wave of attacks from the men in blue.

The coachman escaped death, and he watched as Liang Jiang descended from the sky like a goddess, saving him in just a few moves.

Overjoyed, he said, "Thank you so much for saving me, young lady. These people are very skilled, so please be careful."

Liang Jiang glanced at the wound on his abdomen and knew that the situation was not optimistic.

"You get in the carriage and go first, leave this to me."

The driver hesitated for a moment: "How can I abandon my benefactor?"

"These shrimp soldiers and crab generals are no threat to me. I can easily escape. There's no use in you staying. Get out of here!"

After a moment's thought, the driver realized that Liang Jiang's words made sense.

Staying behind wouldn't be of much help, and would only be a burden.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Take care of yourself, young lady. I'll go ahead and get reinforcements."

Liang Jiang wielded her steel knife with lightning speed, covering the coachman as he jumped onto the carriage, and then whipped it away in a cloud of dust.

Just as the coachman said, these dozen or so men in blue were indeed quite skilled, and their attacks seemed well-trained and coordinated perfectly.

This made Liang Jiang a little suspicious. She wondered which mountain bandits had such amazing skills.

She intended to capture one person alive and interrogate him.

However, seeing the carriage leave, the men in blue robes did not linger in the fight. With a whistle, they quickly withdrew and left the area cleanly.

Fearing that they might not give up and would attack the people in the carriage again, Liang Jiang did not linger and spurred her horse to chase after them.

(End of this chapter)