Qu Mo and Wei Ying were shocked when they heard this and didn't know how to react. Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment were even more frightened when they heard this. How could he be a medical lord with a high reputation in Aotian Continent who saved people's lives?
If the real murderer is really him, what should be done? Who dares to behead him?
"This is only superficial evidence. In fact, we still need to find out more clearly."
When Xiyue said this, her lips were trembling. Then the Minister of Dali Temple took the case file, looked at it carefully from beginning to end, and said with a solemn face.
"What if... what if the doctor had been trying to cure his legs, and after trying every means without success, he started to capture ordinary people and start refining medicine, testing medicines, and doing experiments?"
…
There seemed to be an answer that was about to come out, but no one said anything. This possibility was the most consistent, the most coincidental, and the best evidence that the person was killed tomorrow.
What if he really killed her?
Xiyue was a little confused. She never thought that one day or tomorrow she would become a despised person, and she would be the official.
Standing up, Xiyue's face turned pale and she saluted all the adults.
"Your Majesty, my subordinates are feeling a little uncomfortable, so they have to leave first."
"Your Majesty, it's time for me to go back. I'll send the Fourth Miss back."
Qu Mo also stood up at this time and whispered that the Seventh Prince was in an emergency and could not leave at all. Hearing what Qu Mo said, he had no choice but to nod. Then Xiyue and Qu Mo went out under the escort of the guards.
Chief Prison Officer.
"well……"
Xiyue raised her head and let out a long sigh. Xiyue was in a gloomy mood. Qu Mo was wearing a dark red official robe, which made his skin as white as snow, and he was handsome and handsome. He walked with Xiyue in the market, looking at the increasing number of people in the past few days.
Coming to the market where there were fewer and fewer people, Xiyue turned to Wei Ying who was about to enter.
"Wei Ying."
"My subordinate is here, Lord Murong."
Wei Ying hurriedly turned around and flashed in front of Xi Yue. Xi Yue was stunned and said to Wei Ying with narrowed eyes.
"If my guess is correct, the people have already heard the news about this case, and they are afraid. Wei Ying, please issue a notice to let the people not be afraid and live their lives as usual, and then provide 200 highly skilled martial arts guards.
The army comes out, in teams of ten and twenty teams in two groups, patrolling the capital day and night, asking them not to walk on the ground, but to fly directly in the air, or run on the roof, you know?"
"Why?"
Wei Ying asked a little confused, wouldn't flying in the air cause panic among the people? And it's also very weird, isn't it?
Xiyue shook her head, her expression was very serious, not joking at all.
"Because of this, the people will feel more at ease and feel that the forces protecting them are everywhere. They patrol as usual. No one knows the strength of this team. Listen to me. There is nothing wrong."
"good--"
Wei Ying bowed to Xi Yue, and Qu Mo saluted together, and then flashed back to the Prison Department. Xi Yue and Qu Mo almost held a stick of incense, and walked to the normally bustling market, but now there were only twos and threes in the street.
Officers and soldiers began to run around and post notices, and in the air and on the roofs, guards in palace attire also began patrolling to calm the hearts of the people.
Xiyue finally felt relieved, turned around and smiled at Qu Mo.
"Looking at how listless you are, why don't you go to the teahouse and order some tea?"
"That's fine."
When we walked into the exquisite little teahouse surrounded by water on three sides and surrounded by lotus bushes, the business inside was obviously much deserted, but there were still some bold people sitting inside drinking tea and chatting.