Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Lin Qing couldn’t be bothered to ponder what the male and female leads thought of her; in any case, it was nothing flattering. After arriving at the Tianlu Division, she found that her master hadn’t returned yet, so she went back to her small courtyard to wash up and sleep.
Late at night, thick, heavy clouds blanketed the capital. After a thunderclap, a torrential downpour unleashed itself.
Lin Qing suddenly awoke, startled from her dreams. Yellow lightning flashed through the cracks of the window, flickering repeatedly, stirring an inexplicable restlessness in her heart.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, her heart pounding, she sensed something was amiss. She got up decisively, dressed herself, and prepared to head to the Tianlu Division to check. Just as she was about to step out, the gates of her courtyard were loudly pounded.
Frowning slightly, Lin Qing hurried to open the door. Outside stood a squad of Tianlu Guards, led by Meng Jie.
Meng Jie’s face was grave. “Deputy Commander Lin, Wang Duan and his wife are dead. Li Qing has escaped.”
Lin Qing was taken aback. To prevent mishaps, she had specifically locked the Wang couple in the imperial prison, yet evidently, their adversaries had found a way around her precautions. She sighed softly. “Looks like it’s another sleepless night.”
She quickly donned her raincoat and, accompanied by the Tianlu Guards, set off.
The rain was heavy, flooding the streets. The group of several dozen moved swiftly through the downpour, their black boots silent as if ghosts, until they reached the gates of the imperial prison.
A narrow crack opened in the gate, and the prison warden called out, “Are you officials from the Tianlu Division?”
Lin Qing raised her bamboo hat, revealing a delicate face, her voice hoarse. “I am Lin Qing, Deputy Commander of the Tianlu Division.”
The warden recognized her by the lightning’s glow and hurriedly opened the gate wider. “Deputy Commander Lin, please come in quickly.”
Ignoring the cries and wails of prisoners on either side, Lin Qing strode straight to the innermost cell.
Wang Duan had been locked in that morning but was dead by nightfall—a situation the emperor surely would find difficult to explain.
The cell was relatively well-appointed, with a bed and chair. Wang Duan slumped in the chair, eyes wide open, his face purple and blue. Black blood trickled from his seven orifices; he was unquestionably dead.
Lin Qing entered the cell, inspecting its contents carefully.
Since it was poisoning, the clues were never far.
She called the warden. “When was Wang Duan’s body found?”
The warden lowered his head, nervously staring at his shoes. “About an hour ago, I just came on shift. When I entered for inspection, Lord Wang was already dead.”
“Did he eat anything before he died?”
“No, Lord Wang said he had no appetite and didn’t eat.”
Lin Qing picked up the teapot on the table and glanced at the remaining tea in one of the two cups. She gently sniffed the tea, catching a faint fragrance—subtle and easily masked by the bitter tea leaves. Only someone with an exceptionally sensitive nose could detect it.
She then sniffed the teapot but found no such scent.
Quietly, she set the cup down and asked the warden, “Did Wang Duan see anyone before he died?”
The warden’s head sank lower. “No… no one.”
“Then why are there two cups on the table?” Lin Qing pointed to the square table. The teapot was half full, and the two cups sat on opposite sides—one with a little tea left, the other empty but with a faint red stain on its rim.
The warden’s eyes widened in terror. He collapsed to his knees with a thud. “I swear, I don’t know anything! Deputy Commander Lin, spare me!”
Lin Qing rubbed her ear and ordered a nearby guard, “Take him away and interrogate him thoroughly.”
Two Tianlu Guards quickly covered the warden’s mouth and dragged him out.
Lin Qing picked up the stained cup and sniffed it again, frowning.
Lipstick?
The visitor must have been a woman.
Just as Lin Qing was about to turn and search for other clues, footsteps sounded outside. A Tianlu Guard rushed in cautiously, casting a glance at Lin Qing before whispering, “Prince Rui has arrived.”
Lin Qing’s lips curled in a sardonic smile. “That was fast.”
Footsteps grew louder, and soon Li Chenxuan’s face appeared before her.
Lin Qing casually cupped her hands in greeting. “Your Highness, I pay my respects.”
“No need for formalities, Deputy Commander Lin.” Li Chenxuan smiled. “It seems we are quite fated—you and I met in broad daylight, and now again at night.”
Lin Qing grinned. “Your Highness is imperial family. To be favored by you is my fortune. Since we are connected, perhaps you might speak a word on my behalf, so I may taste the favor of promotion and rank.”
Li Chenxuan’s smile stiffened at her shamelessness. “You’re truly unreserved, Deputy Commander Lin.”
Lin Qing shrugged, hands spread. “No choice—no courtesy means no meal.”
Li Chenxuan gave up on banter. “Have you found anything yet?”
“I just arrived and am still examining,” Lin Qing replied casually. At that moment, the coroner arrived. After examination, he confirmed it was poisoning.
The coroner, a man in his sixties, stared at the two bodies with a face creased so deeply it seemed it could tie knots. “Though it is poisoning, in my decades of work, I have never seen this toxin before.”
Li Chenxuan asked, “What’s unusual about this poison?”
“Your Highness, see for yourself.” The coroner drew a knife across Wang Duan’s wrist. Black-red blood oozed out, emitting a peculiar fragrance—like a mix of assorted flowers producing a cloying scent.
Lin Qing nearly vomited up her last meal.
The coroner said, “To identify this poison, you’ll likely have to visit the Divine Sky Palace and try your luck.”
At that moment, Meng Jie hurried over. “Deputy Commander Lin, the prison warden was also poisoned earlier and just died from the toxin.”
Lin Qing felt a sharp pang of frustration. There was truly no one left to testify.
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