A female coroner arrived at the Jingzhao Prefecture.

Chapter 149 The Truth Revealed to the World (35)

"what--"

Song Shuyu let out a scream and fell off the bed in an extremely undignified manner!

Mu Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat; it seemed she had used a bit too much force in her kick...

Song Shuyu clutched her abdomen, her expression pained and sorrowful, her beautiful peach blossom eyes becoming increasingly moist, making her both pitiful and heartbreaking.

Mu Qingcheng softened a little, but then immediately despised herself. Why was she always so easily bewitched by the man's good looks, thus losing her principles and constantly lowering her standards for beating people? However, what caused her to stumble was not just the man's handsome appearance, but mainly his scheming and pretentious nature, which made it impossible for her to be angry with him.

“You heartless girl, are you trying to cut off my lineage? How is this any different from murdering your husband?” Song Shuyu sat on the ground, accusing him with shame and anger.

Mu Qingcheng's face flushed. "My lord, what kind of lewd words are you using?"

"I'm telling the truth!"

Song Shuyu is now adept at playing the victim and using self-inflicted pain to gain sympathy. What was originally only one point of pain, he deliberately made to appear twice as intense. "You are a coroner, don't you know the male body best?"

Mu Qingcheng was speechless.

Her face flushed, she hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say, "How about we ask the magistrate to take a look? Based on my experience and expertise in examining male corpses, since the man wasn't attacked during intercourse, there shouldn't be any major problems..."

Song Shuyu pounced on Mu Qingcheng and covered her mouth!
"You...you're using truly vile and inhuman language!"

Song Shuyu blushed crimson from his face to his neck, every exposed patch of fair skin turning a deep hue. He sternly warned her, "Why did you ask the court judge for this? Don't you have any dignity left? Don't tell anyone, understand?"

Mu Qingcheng blinked her long eyelashes and asked in a muffled voice, "Does the adult still feel pain?"

"Cough cough—" Song Shuyu choked as if electrocuted and let go of his grip, replying haphazardly, "I'm, I'm alright." A moment later, a thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately straightened his handsome face, "No, how could I be alright? I suffered such a serious injury. As compensation, you must marry me!"

Mu Qingcheng had never seen such a shameless person. Her anger surged up, but before she could finish her rebuke, the images from her dream suddenly flashed through her mind, leaving her stunned.

Why did she have such a dream? Why were some of the scenes in the dream so similar to the things Song Shuyu mentioned when she had her hysterical episodes? Did she experience all of this herself, or was it because she had too many worries that she dreamt about it during the day?
Seeing that she did not object, Song Shuyu was immediately overjoyed. "A tacit agreement means consent! Mu Qingcheng, our marriage is settled from now on, until the case is over..."

"My lord!" Mu Qingcheng suddenly spoke, her expression unusually serious, "Have we met before?"

Song Shuyu's expression froze.

Mu Qingcheng thought for a moment, realizing that this question might easily reveal her background, so she immediately changed it to: "May I ask, sir, who is A Yuan?"

Song Shuyu's astonished gaze lingered on Mu Qingcheng's face for a long time, his tone filled with disbelief, "You... how do you know A Yuan? No, no, don't you know who A Yuan is?"

Mu Qingcheng lowered her eyes and said directly, "That day, when you injured your arm, Liu Mama asked me to take care of you. As a result, you mistook me for A Yuan. You told me yourself that you wanted to marry A Yuan."

"I, you..." Song Shuyu's mind was in complete chaos. He couldn't remember anything about what happened that day after he regained consciousness. But in his mind, Mu Qingcheng was A Yuan, the young lady of the Dali Temple Minister whom he had met when he was nine years old. He hadn't mistaken her for someone else, and he was speaking from the heart. But she didn't know who A Yuan was. Was she not A Yuan? For a long time, Mu Qingcheng didn't get an answer.

She concealed the disappointment in her eyes, raised a faint smile, and said, "My lord, I still maintain that marriage is a matter of personal choice. You don't need to lose A-Yuan to protect my reputation, and I will not lower myself to be someone else's substitute. Today, we've laid everything out in the open, and all misunderstandings are over. From now on, you are my lord, and I am the coroner. There will only be official business between us, no personal feelings."

She didn't say that he kissed her while he was delirious, but he called out A-Yuan's name.

She was certainly not a pedantic person, and would not be burdened by worldly reputation, but she also had dignity.

"Mu Qingcheng!"

Song Shuyu suddenly grabbed her shoulders, his voice frantic and urgent, "I won't mistake you for someone else, the person I want to marry is you, we..."

Mu Qingcheng didn't want to listen to his nagging anymore, so she asked the question she hadn't had a chance to ask before: "What happened to your hand, sir? Was someone trying to assassinate you?"

"Hands don't matter!" Song Shuyu didn't care about any of that anymore. He said urgently, "Think carefully, haven't you forgotten something? The A-Yuan I'm talking about is..."

"Sister Mu!"

Just then, Bai Zhizhi's shouts rang out from outside the door. Mu Qingcheng quickly pushed Song Shuyu away and said in a deep voice, "My lord, please stop bothering me!"

Song Shuyu staggered back, his inner impulse slowly subsiding. He didn't say anything more, only whispering, "Qingcheng, believe me, I never intended to hurt you. I will definitely find out the truth about this and give you an explanation!"

Hearing his inexplicable words, Mu Qingcheng became suspicious. Could there be other secrets about A Yuan?

Bai Zhizhi knocked on the door, and Song Shuyu opened it, bowed slightly, and strode away.

"Why does this corrupt official have such a sour face?"

Bai Zhizhi was confused. She stepped into the room, then curiously looked back. Only after Song Shuyu's figure had completely disappeared did she close the door, rush to the bedside, and look Mu Qingcheng up and down. "Sister Mu, the constable said you fractured your left forearm. Does it hurt? I brought some painkillers. Do you want to take one?"

"It doesn't hurt." Mu Qingcheng smiled gently, habitually reaching out her right hand to pat Bai Zhizhi's little head lightly. "Our Zhizhi is going to have to work hard again!"

Bai Zhizhi pouted, feigning anger. "Hmph, Sister Mu clearly promised me she would take me with her to investigate the case. And what happened? I came to find you this morning, and the people at the yamen said you left last night!"

"I'm sorry, it's Sister Mu's fault. I apologize, okay?" Mu Qingcheng apologized immediately to avoid upsetting the little girl.

Bai Zhizhi sighed, "Thankfully, it was a close call. We really owe a lot to Lord Song this time. For that reason alone, I will try my best not to call him a corrupt official in the future."

At this point, Bai Zhizhi began to take out silver notes from her sleeve pocket. "Lord Song is rich, so we won't interfere with him. But I must properly thank the other constables who dug the soil with their bare hands to save Sister Mu!"

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