Wang Chong wiped his hands and muttered to himself, "Wen Zhengchun! A good name."
"Yiru Xuande! A good Dharma name, too."
"I really never expected the truth to unravel so easily once I returned to Tongzhou."
"Actually, I should have guessed the truth behind the White Chrysanthemum case long ago. What I could never have imagined was that I would turn out to be the Prince of Yan."
"Hmm, I got that backward. It was easy to guess that I was the Prince of Yan, but that the White Chrysanthemum case was the Wen Family framing the Prince of Yan-that was utterly impossible to guess."
"The first thing I need to do now isn't solve the White Chrysanthemum case, but reclaim the identity of 'Wen Zhengchun' and become the Prince of Yan again."
Wang Chong looked at Wen Zhiwei's corpse on the floor. There were still great tangles of unanswered questions surrounding this affair. For instance, had the Prince of Yan actually been a rapist? Some of White Chrysanthemum's crimes certainly had not been his work, but if he had done nothing at all, how could he have been so frightened?
Frightened enough to flee Chang'an and run all the way to Tongzhou?
Several people outside the room asked, "Chief Wang, has something happened?"
Wang Chong chuckled and said, "Things got a little noisy. You needn't stay nearby."
The young men who had come to follow Wang Chong took his meaning and withdrew far away. Wang Chong slipped out, found a burlap sack, stuffed Wen Zhiwei's corpse inside, and slung it over his shoulder before heading straight for the Prefectural Governor's Residence.
The highest official in Tongzhou was the prefectural governor. The "Prince of Yan" and his party were currently staying at the Prefectural Governor's Residence, and everyone who could