Doubts Continue

When Zeng Anmin overrode all objections and insisted on coming to the grave to open the coffin for an autopsy, Xu Yunfeng fell silent and did not speak a single word from beginning to end.

"Pfft~"

With the final shovel of earth removed by the laborers, a black coffin was suddenly exposed before everyone's eyes.

The moment the coffin was unearthed, someone cried out in alarm:

"The, the head nail is gone!!!"

At those words, everyone instinctively looked.

Where a long nail should have been driven into the coffin, only a tiny hole—barely visible to the naked eye—remained!

Instantly, all eyes turned to Zeng Anmin in shock.

This single detail already served as powerful proof of the Official's reasoning!

"Open the coffin."

Zeng Anmin's gaze swept briefly over Xu Yunfeng.

Though it was only a fleeting glance, he observed carefully.

Xu Yunfeng showed no surprise on his face when he saw the missing nail from the coffin!

Logically, an ordinary person would display at least some astonishment at such a sight.

But Xu Yunfeng remained unmoved.

This alone

could indirectly reveal many clues!

Zeng Anmin temporarily set aside his conjectures and said calmly, looking at the coffin:

"Open the coffin!"

"Yes!"

The two Red-robed Guards did not hesitate. With solemn expressions, they strode toward the coffin.

"Slap!!!"

Without the head nail, the coffin was easily pried open.

In an instant, the scene fell into dead silence.

Inside the massive coffin, there was indeed nothing at all!!!

"This..."

After a brief moment of stunned silence came a storm of exclamations.

"Lord Zeng's judgment is like a god!!"

"Heavens! I never thought it would truly be as this Lord imagined!!"

"Even such a bizarre case can be solved?!!"

"Excellent, Young Master! You are cleared!!"

"Most importantly, the Lord is not dead!!!"

"Ancestors bless us!!!"

"..."

Some were horrified, some stunned, some bewildered, some elated.

But all of them instinctively turned their gazes toward the young man in Official Robes standing in the center, his face calm and composed.

There was a hint of fear and admiration in the way they looked at him.

Zeng Anmin seemed unsurprised by this. He said flatly:

"Don't celebrate too soon. Though Shen Jun's suspicion has been cleared, what we must do next is..."

He paused, his gaze shifting to Xu Yunfeng, and his voice rang out like thunder:

"Launch a full pursuit of Shen Liu!!"

His voice made the Shen Family members, who had been celebrating Shen Jun's innocence, all freeze.

In that instant, their excitement vanished.

The Young Master was cleared of suspicion, but the Lord had killed his wife...

"Putting on such a grand show just to fake his death..."

"This Official wants to see exactly what tricks this Shen Liu is playing!"

Zeng Anmin sneered and strode straight outward:

"Dachun! Dismiss the squad!"

"Yes!"

"Clerk Zeng, please wait."

Shen Jun's voice suddenly rang out.

Zeng Anmin's figure paused slightly, his expression unchanged as he turned back to look at Shen Jun:

"If it's to plead for your uncle, then save your breath."

"Jun thanks Lord Zeng for clearing my name."

Shen Jun's face was extremely solemn as he bowed deeply to Zeng Anmin, all the way to his toes.

After the bow, he raised his head and said earnestly:

"But my uncle treated me like his own son. Jun has no way to repay him, and I wish to accept the punishment in his stead."

As his words fell, everyone present shuddered, their gazes at Shen Jun exceedingly complicated.

Having barely obtained his innocence, he was now rushing to enter the Imperial Prison of the Xuanjing Division?

This...

Shen Jun paid no heed to those looks, meeting Zeng Anmin's eyes calmly as he continued:

"Since my uncle faked his death to escape, though I know not the reason why, he must have his own hardships..."

"Hmph!!"

Boy, a sentimental play isn't played like this.

Zeng Anmin suddenly let out a cold snort, cutting him off, his face turning grim as he looked at Shen Jun:

"A state has its laws, a family has its rules. If everyone acted as you do, wouldn't the world descend into chaos?!"

Zeng Anmin sat astride his horse, his gaze calm.

He looked at Xu Yunfeng, riding abreast beside him.

Now, Shen Jun's Aunt Murder Case had somewhat dramatically turned into Shen Liu's Wife Murder and Disappearance Case.

The facts lay right before his eyes.

Through this case, he had also gleaned a few clues.

First, the reason why Shen Jun's Aunt Murder Case hadn't been closed in three months.

Was that Xu Yunfeng didn't want to kill Shen Jun. If he had wanted to, He wouldn't have spent three whole months without even going to the Jiaofang Division to verify Shen Jun's testimony with An Shiyi.

Thus, there was a paradox here.

Today at Shen Manor, Xu Yunfeng's words were meant to guide him into confirming Shen Jun's guilt.

He wanted to use his hand to kill Shen Jun!!

When Zeng Anmin realized this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"In other words, he wants Shen Jun dead, but he doesn't want Shen Jun to die by his hand..."

"He has reservations... What reservations?"

Without enough clues, even a divine being like Zeng Anmin couldn't deduce it out of thin air.

However, from now on, he only needed to focus on finding Shen Liu, and all problems would be solved.

Moreover, Zeng Anmin felt that this case was inextricably linked to Prince Jiang's Estate.

"Clop, clop, clop~"

As the horse slowly arrived at the Xuanjing Division.

Burdened with thoughts, Zeng Anmin dismounted and walked toward the Clerk's Office.

Prince Jiang's Estate.

Prince Jiang sat imposingly in his chair, his gaze dark as he looked at the news from the capital, his expression gloomy:

"The Profound Formation Division says they never forged this short blade."

"Could it be that the Black Cat Martial Artist made it himself?"

Mr. Qi, sitting across from him, had a weathered face, his voice carrying a hint of gloom:

"Since Master Xu, the Profound Formation Master, began crafting spiritual artifacts, aside from the Profound Formation Division, this subordinate cannot think of a second source for weapons imbued with formations."

"It seems the path of tracing the Black Cat Martial Artist through the weapon has been cut off."

Hearing this, Prince Jiang said expressionlessly:

"The Profound Formation Division has no reason to fabricate this matter."

Mr. Qi wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Your Highness, a confidential letter has arrived from the Xuanjing Division."

"Present it."

Prince Jiang looked toward the Servant.

"Yes." The Servant entered the hall respectfully, holding the letter with both hands as he offered it up.

Prince Jiang took it, tore it open, and read.

"Fool!"

After finishing the secret letter.

Prince Jiang slammed the letter heavily onto the table, producing a sharp "Smack!"

His face was utterly grim as he spat through clenched teeth:

"Incapable of achieving anything, but more than enough to ruin everything."

Mr. Qi's complexion had already recovered by now. Though setting up the formation last time had drained a fair amount of his Yuan Qi, fortunately Prince Jiang's Estate had no shortage of Spiritual Medicine to help him replenish it.

"What happened?"

Prince Jiang handed the letter over: "See for yourself."

Taking the paper, Mr. Qi's aged face, flickering in the candlelight, turned exceedingly somber:

"Your Highness, this Xu Yunfeng meant well but did harm. Zeng Anmin has surely already sensed something amiss. If we don't want this to ruin our plans, we must—"

At this point, Mr. Qi's voice carried a note of ruthlessness:

"He who hesitates is lost."

Prince Jiang's hand paused slightly, then he raised his head expressionlessly, his gaze drifting to the tabletop.

Upon the table, the Black Cat Martial Artist's figure stood holding a short blade.

A gleam of Sharp Light flashed in his eyes:

"Mm. Make it clean."