Xue He’s eyes widened, bloodshot veins filling his entire eyeballs.

As if they were about to burst out.

Finally, his strength gave out!

The two guards also released him.

Xue He lay limply on the ground, barely breathing. Trembling, he reached out his hand toward Na Yan, opened his blood-filled mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word.

In the end, he still died!

Dying with eyes unclosed.

The guard then threw the medicine bottle on the ground.

Na Yan put his hood back on and left the cell.

Afterward, everyone only knew that Xue He had committed suicide out of guilt and inability to face the reality before him.

No one suspected otherwise!

As for Fang Tong and Jiang Wen, because they were implicated in this matter and had given false testimony in the Ministry of Justice hall, their crimes were established. Both were imprisoned for ten years!

As for Bingzheng, Liu He ordered people to send his body back to his hometown.

For burial.

Dust to dust, earth to earth.

In this “battle,” Third Prince Na Tuo had achieved complete victory.

The next day, news also came from the Department of Criminal Affairs.

Following Ji Yunshu’s previous instructions, the jailer said to notify her once Liu San woke up.

Ji Yunshu immediately went to the prison.

Liu San had already regained consciousness.

When he saw Ji Yunshu, the first thing he said was: “You’ve finally come.”

Ji Yunshu stood before him, staring at his peeling, pale hands, and asked: “Tell me, why did you kill Su Qiao? And why did you hide her skull in plaster, then transport it to Gaoding?”

Liu San smiled slightly and asked her: “But can you first tell me how you guessed it?”

“Actually, there were only two points.”

“Which two points?”

“I kept wondering when exactly the killer had switched the stone made of plaster into the box. The old merchant said he held the key and the box was always guarded, so it would be very difficult for an outsider to open the box, unless… it was an insider! That’s the first point. As for the second point, it’s your hands. I’ve seen that stone made of plaster. The craftsmanship was excellent—from the outside, you couldn’t see any abnormalities at all. This shows that person works with plaster year-round. Only someone who contacts plaster constantly would have hands like yours. I even asked the old merchant. He said you were from Nanshen, the same place as Du Mubai and Su Qiao! So I thought… it must be you.”

After hearing this, Liu San laughed again and asked once more: “Do you know what it feels like to watch the woman you like waiting for another man?”

Ji Yunshu didn’t respond.

“Su Qiao and I knew each other long ago. But she was foolish—she fell in love with a man who didn’t love her at all. Even after that man died, she traveled thousands of miles to Gaoding just to find the truth about Du Mubai’s suicide. But what could a young woman find? In the end… she committed suicide in a river outside Gaoding City. When I arrived, she was already dead! I brought her body back to Nanshen for burial! For six years, I dreamed countless times that she told me she wanted to be buried together with Du Mubai. My illness also gradually developed from that time. So I finally decided to bring her remains to Gaoding. But after six years, the only thing that hadn’t decayed was just her skull. I knew bringing a skull into Gaoding would be impossible, so I thought of using plaster to make it look like a stone, hiding the skull inside to transport it in. Then I would find out where Du Mubai’s grave was and have them buried together. But unexpectedly, perhaps even heaven wanted to overturn the case for Du Mubai, because Su Qiao’s skull was actually exposed.”

As expected, Su Qiao had indeed drowned!

Ji Yunshu frowned tightly.

But also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

At the corner of the cell, Jingrong and Li Cheng had also heard everything.

Ultimately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The case of Du Mubai’s poetry theft was closed.

Now Su Qiao’s case was also essentially closed.

Now only the case of Du Mubai’s murder remained!

Of course, there was still one more matter…

After returning to the Department of Criminal Affairs.

Li Cheng asked: “Although now only the killer of Du Mubai hasn’t been found, there’s still one unclear matter—the haunting at the Wenshe! Who did this? Quite a few people have truly seen it.”

Ji Yunshu: “There are no ghosts in this world.”

“Then the Wenshe…”

“There won’t be any more haunting incidents from now on.”

“You’re that certain?”

Ji Yunshu remained silent.

Li Cheng was suspicious: “Do you know something?”

She still didn’t speak.

Li Cheng wasn’t stupid either: “Could it be…”

He understood!

“So the person pretending to be a ghost was none other than Bingzheng!”

Everyone suddenly realized.

But the person was already dead.

At this moment, someone from the Wenshe arrived.

“Lord Li, the Wenshe has sent over some books.”

“Books?”

“Official Xiao He said that last time Young Master Ji asked whether the books delivered that night when Du Mubai committed suicide were still around? While sorting through Bingzheng’s belongings, he found several books. He said these were the ones delivered that night. The official has some recollection, so he had me bring them over quickly.”

Ji Yunshu took them first.

Seven books total!

They were all ordinary books, nothing strange about them.

Li Cheng took them to look and said: “These books are all too common. Major bookstores all sell them. Trying to find out who it was from these books will be difficult.”

As he spoke, he placed the books on the table beside him.

But he only placed them at the table’s edge—all seven books fell down together.

Several books fell open.

Li Cheng was about to pick them up—

Ji Yunshu suddenly said: “Wait.”

Li Cheng’s fingertips that had touched the books withdrew.

“Is there a problem?”

Ji Yunshu picked up one of the open books.

Her eyes narrowed.

Her gaze fell on a mark on it.

Not very clear.

Only stamped at the corner edge.

“This mark…” So familiar.

She felt she had seen it somewhere before.

Her slender fingertips lightly touched across the mark.

“Zuiyue Pavilion!”

Yes, Zuiyue Pavilion.

That poetry collection of Du Xing’er’s also bore a similar pattern to this mark.

She immediately said: “I need brush and paper.”

Although he didn’t know what she wanted to do, Li Cheng immediately ordered someone to prepare writing materials.

Based on her memory and using varying brush pressure, Ji Yunshu quickly drew the mark from that poetry collection on white paper.

Then she also drew the mark from the book in her hand.

Both marks were blurry.

Like a complete figure split into two halves.

She had the ability to reconstruct faces from bones, but restoring this blurred pattern proved somewhat difficult.

But her instinct told her this mark must be significant.

Perhaps even the key to breaking open the entire case.

Li Cheng asked Jingrong quietly: “What exactly is she doing?”

Jingrong didn’t respond to him.

Instead, he focused all his attention on Ji Yunshu.

After half an hour, Ji Yunshu finally restored those blurred marks bit by bit.