The Truth That Surfaced
Lord Zhou and Madame Zhou weren't the ones who reacted the most fiercely after finding out who the murderer was.
Instead, it was the indignant Magistrate Liu, who was sitting in the main hall.
He picked up the gavel on the table and pointed it at the old steward. He straightened his body and angrily said, "You, you, you! Miss Zhou had no enmity with you! Why did you kill her? Speak! Speak! "
His words seemed to contain a trace of excitement.
'Hey, hey, hey! I haven't even said whether or not I have any enmity with her. Why are you acting so rashly?! '
The old steward didn't answer, so he asked again, "If you don't admit it, I will first flog you fifty times. Let's see if your mouth is still stubborn. Hurry up and confess your crime to avoid punishment."
Ji Yunshu couldn't stand it anymore, so she reached out and pressed him down.
"Sit down!"
Receiving Ji Yunshu's signal, Magistrate Liu felt very embarrassed. His cheeks were slightly wrinkled as he sat down.
This time, it was Lord Zhou and Madame Zhou's turn.
Both of them were stunned for a moment before they gradually reacted.
"You killed my daughter? Ah Jing, is this true? But why did you do it? Why? "Madame Zhou questioned.
However, whether it was his words or actions, he wasn't very agitated.
In his eyes, there was only a trace of hatred and disappointment.
It was unusual. Not at all.
As for Old Master Zhou, he only sighed and let the matter rest!
Ji Yunshu's heart was once again shrouded in a layer of fog. It was vague and strange.
Unexpectedly, the old steward didn't pay any attention to Madame Zhou's questioning. His gaze once again followed Ji Yunshu's gaze.
She smiled. "Teacher, didn't you say that people can remain silent, but things can? Since you already have the answer in your heart, why bother questioning me? "
"You're not testing me, are you?"
"I just don't understand. How did Teacher know that I was the murderer? I hid it so well that it was impossible for you to discover it. "
'So confident!'
"Well hidden?" This time, it was Ji Yunshu who laughed.
She straightened her body and slightly lowered her eyes to the hideous scar on the old steward's face.
She pointed out, "If I'm not mistaken, the scar on your face was caused by Miss Zhou!"
The old butler wasn't surprised. "How did you know?"
"You asked me to guess, so of course I guessed it. But judging from your tone, I think I guessed right."
The old butler was silent, his eyes still filled with confusion.
Ji Yunshu curled her lips into a smile. "You must want to ask me, how can I conclude that you are the murderer based on this?"
After saying that, she took out a pack of folded yellow paper from her waist. She untied it layer by layer, revealing a thin piece of white wax oil. It was very obvious that it was rubbed on the paper.
Could it be poison?
Hidden at the side, Jing Rong's face twitched.
Could it be that this little fellow was going to poison him again in public?
Ji Yunshu extended the yellow paper to the old steward and asked, "Do you recognize this?"
Confusion was written all over his face. I don't recognize him!
Ji Yunshu picked up the yellow paper and pretended that she was going to have a long talk. The corners of her mouth curved into a solemn expression as she explained, "The thing in my hand is a piece of wax oil. I got it from this old gentleman's clothes."
Coincidentally, the old butler was completely unaware of this. He was still wearing the coarse hemp clothes.
Ancient people were like this, changing their clothes once a month!
By the time the old butler reacted and looked at his sleeves, it was already too late.
Ji Yunshu continued, "Ordinary wax oil has the smell of plant resin, but this piece of wax oil has the smell of top-grade lotus juice. Even the imperial palace might not have such a candlestick, but the Zhou Mansion has it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced at the yamen runner beside her. The yamen runner nodded and took out something wrapped in white cloth from behind him, handing it over to Ji Yunshu.
She pulled it open, revealing it to everyone.
It was the crystal candlestick in Miss Zhou's room.
Everyone was puzzled and didn't understand.
Magistrate Liu also didn't understand. He curiously pointed at the object. "What does this have to do with Miss Zhou's murder?"
"Of course it does."
She raised the candlestick and turned her body to face the old butler. Her brows were tightly knitted as she slowly explained.
"You want me to guess, so I'll keep guessing. That night, Miss Zhou, as usual, lit the candlestick that she had to light every night. She was about to drink the medicine soup and go to sleep. Just as she picked up the poisoned bowl of medicine, she saw you appear in the courtyard. She was very unhappy at that time. Normally, she wouldn't allow anyone to disturb her. I'm sure Suyun and Qiaoxin both know about this. How could a person with a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder continue to be a well-mannered young miss if she broke her rules?"
"So, she must have gotten angry at that time. She scolded you and hit you. Then, you remembered the scar on your face that Miss Zhou had left many years ago. In the end, you couldn't bear it anymore. You entered the inner room, grabbed the pillow on the bed, and suffocated her to death."
Everyone was in an uproar …
"In the process, you bumped into the candlestick in the room, causing a black spot to appear on your clothes. When the candlestick fell to the ground, the wax on it naturally landed on your clothes. What you didn't expect was that while Miss Zhou was struggling, the bowl of decoction she had placed on the table also fell to the ground. The decoction gradually entered her mouth and onto the wax on your clothes. Therefore, not only did the wax have the smell of Bao Lian, but it also had the smell of Spring's Return from the decoction."
"After Miss Zhou's death, you put the candlestick back in its original place and tidied up the room. At that time, you saw Suyun sneaking into the courtyard. In your panic, you didn't even have time to deal with Miss Zhou's corpse. You hid in the dark and noticed that Suyun didn't make any noise when she saw the corpse. She even carried Miss Zhou's corpse to the bed. You felt strange, but at the same time, you felt relieved because someone was taking care of the aftermath for you."
"Therefore, you continued to be a good housekeeper, and Suyun became your scapegoat!"
Everyone was dumbstruck by Ji Yunshu's words.
This case was unexpectedly so complicated.
A piece of clothing and a drop of wax had unexpectedly revealed the entire case.
'It seems that I should bathe and change my clothes every day!'
However, the old housekeeper's expression was still as calm and gentle as before, despite the fact that he had been skinned and exposed in front of everyone.
There was still no trace of fear!
Ji Yunshu questioned him, "Now, do you admit it or not?"
"Teacher … you're really smart!"
Yes, he admitted it!
As he spoke, he finally raised his head without hiding anything. The dark red scar on his face seemed to be dripping with blood as he stared at Ji Yunshu.
Unfortunately, at this time …
"Milord, it's not good. The convict … the convict is dead." The jailer hurriedly ran in.
Magistrate Liu frowned. "Which convict?"
"It's … it's that Suyun from the Zhou family. She committed suicide. She used the plate holding the oil lamp to slit her wrists!"
'Oil lamp?
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