Da Li Temple - Chapter 18.2
Chapter 18.2
Caught A Cold
Lin Wanqing’s face suddenly went pale, scrambling to throw down the bowl and cover her neck. “I …… I have a cold. The doctor asked me to wear a scarf to keep me warm.”
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Su Moyi looked at her, narrowing his phoenix eyes slightly. After being an official for many years and having experienced the treacherous winds and clouds of the imperial court, he had a natural superior’s pressure on his body. Now, he even brought his unkind eyes.
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Despite the calmness, Lin Wanqing imperceptibly averted her gaze and looked down.
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Su Moyi took the pen and paper from Ye Qing’s hand and shoved it into Lin Wanqing’s arms, “Take the things and follow me.” After saying this, he turned around and left.
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Lin Wanqing suddenly became stuffed. She hadn’t held the pen yet when Su Moyi said, “White Garden in the south of the city, there was another rape and murder case.”
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Ye Qing followed obediently, traveling to Su Moyi’s side.
Su Moyi pulled him. “Is that Master Liang of Capital Government Office on good terms with Lin Bookkeeper?” Su Moyi asked emotionless.
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Ye Qing pondered, hesitated, and said, “It should be okay …… Last time when Lin Recorder got whipped, I saw him taking care of her when I went to deliver the medicine.”
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Su Moyi abruptly stopped and turned to look back. When she was injured or sick, Liang Weiping took care of her. It seemed their relationship was indeed extraordinary. Somehow, he felt even more displeased at that moment, like a massive stone pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe, so he could only say to Ye Qing coldly, “Tell her to hurry up, and if she is late, let her ride the horse by herself.”
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Ye Qing responded but suddenly couldn’t remember which horse in this Da Li Temple belonged to Lin Wanqing. He asked one more time.
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Lord Su, who was walking in the front, flung his wide sleeves and coldly cast a sidelong glance at him and said, “Yours.”
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“What about me?”
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“What are your long legs for?”
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Ye Qing: “……”
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The cart’s wheels reeled and rubbed against the ground, crushing over the bumps and dents on the green stone slabs.
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Lin Wanqing put down the carriage curtain she was tugging, and her gaze returned from the bustling market to the man sitting on the side.
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Su Moyi seemed like he didn’t want to mind her, and as soon as he got in the carriage, he put on a look of rejection. His expression was gloomy, and leaning against the carriage’s wall to rest his eyes. In that confined space, the air pressure was frighteningly low.
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Lin Wanqing also had things on her mind, so she didn’t want to provoke him. From the Da Li Temple in the north of Sheng City to the White Garden in the south, they were in silence. As soon as they got off the carriage, Su Moyi didn’t wait for her and led a group of people into the courtyard gate.
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This place is a private mansion bought by a wealthy merchant a few years ago to become an outer residence. Usually, no one lives there, only two maids and that merchant’s mistress. That merchant would only stay overnight when he came to Sheng City to do business. The deceased is the merchant’s mistress, who lives in the mansion. The maid found her body when she was sweeping.
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According to the maids, Yun Dai was a courtesan in Ping Kang Hall before becoming a mistress. She would practice the qin and her voice every afternoon before going to the lobby for lunch. But today, the maids realized she did not go to the lobby at mealtime as usual. The two finally found the person in her bedroom, and by that time, she was already dead.
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Lin Wanqing recorded the two maids’ statements while following Su Moyi, heading up to the bed where the deceased was lying. With just one glance, Lin Wanqing immediately let out a dry vomit at the sight of the corpse. Before, in the Capital Government Office, she was only responsible for the record and organization of the case file and never personally went to the crime scenes. Of course, she could not realize the difference between the literal word and reality.
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However, Su Moyi, who has always been very careful, seemed accustomed to these scenes. He calmly wore a veil and gloves and started to scrutinize the corpse after purifying himself. There was no trace of awkwardness.
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Lin Wanqing didn’t dare to look, turned her face away, and asked Ye Qing, “Has Lord Su always examined the corpses himself?”
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Ye Qing nodded, “Since he joined Da Li Temple, in all those cases he handled, if he could access the crime scenes, he would personally examine the body.”
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Lin Wanqing was surprised. It was unthinkable that a person who had to line up his scrolls and pens in a straight line and bring his own tea leaves and utensils when he went to a teahouse could do the postmortem examination himself. She looked at Su Moyi for a while until the trembling maid beside her passed a cup of hot tea to her hand and said, “Miss, drink some tea to suppress the shock.”
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Lin Wanqing, who wanted to take the cup, jerked her hand and lost her complexion. Yes, none of the men present reacted when they saw this corpse. Only she and the two maids were shivering, not daring to raise their eyes. Moreover, she wore a scarf today, covering that sticker’s throat knots. No wonder the maids called her ‘Miss.’ She was abruptly faint-hearted, and her first reaction was not to retort but to look at Su Moyi quietly.