Coroner's Diary

Early the next morning, Qin Guan headed to the Lin'an Prefecture Office. Upon arrival, she found only Zhan Yang waiting inside the yamen.

It had been days since Qin Guan last saw Zhan Yang, and today he appeared somewhat disheartened. However, Zhan Yang was pleasantly surprised to see her. "Why has the Junzhu come?"

Qin Guan smiled. "With no progress on the Prince Jin Manor corpse case these past few days, I suddenly recalled some unresolved doubts in Ning Buyi's case. Ah, I'm someone who can't stay idle, so I thought to ask if you could retrieve the case files for me to review again—especially the background information on Ning Buyi and his servants uncovered after the case was closed."

Zhan Yang clearly hadn't expected this request. "Junzhu, why..."

He found it hard to believe Qin Guan was revisiting the old case merely out of idleness. There had indeed been doubts when the case was closed, but for her to remember it only after half a year seemed rather unconvincing. Still, he wouldn't refuse her request.

"The files have been sealed, but since Junzhu wishes to see them, of course you may. Please follow me."

As Zhan Yang led Qin Guan toward the yamen's archives, she asked, "Is Lord Zheng not in the office?"

"His Lordship has gone to the palace—whether to see the Emperor or the Crown Prince, I'm not sure."

Zhan Yang answered casually. Unlike Zheng Baishi, he stood apart from court factional struggles, being just a lowly constable whose world revolved around bandits and murder cases.

Qin Guan continued, "There haven't been any major cases recently, have there?"

Zhan Yang waved a hand. "None. Just a few thefts, all resolved."

Qin Guan felt relieved. With the year's end approaching, any further incidents in the capital would only make the citizens anxious during the New Year.

"By the way, any leads on the eldest son of the Wu family?"

Zhan Yang sighed helplessly. "Still no clues. We sent many people to investigate over the past two months, but found nothing."

Cold missing person cases were the hardest to solve unless reliable tips emerged—and the Wu family had clearly missed the optimal investigation window.

After a pause, Zhan Yang added, "There's still no progress on the corpse case. Will Prince Cheng continue investigating?"

Qin Guan had little hope left for Yan Qi. With the memorial on the military provisions case returned, he would likely focus entirely on that matter—exploiting this opportunity to strike hardest against the Crown Prince was now his top priority...

"The investigation should continue, but I fear it may become another cold case."

Her tone was somber. After walking a few steps, Zhan Yang said, "It's alright. The murderer will pay one day."

Qin Guan turned to look at Zhan Yang. Though there had been no major cases lately, he seemed dispirited. This was the second time she'd heard such words from him—Zhan Yang harbored an iron hatred for criminals, perhaps why he'd achieved the constable position at such a young age.

"But some murderers always evade justice."

Qin Guan's mood was low. The more she learned, the stronger this conviction grew—too many in this world operated beyond the law.

Zhan Yang glanced at her. "If that happens, it's our yamen's failure. Or perhaps the failure of Great Zhou's penal code."

Qin Guan was startled, but Zhan Yang had already averted his gaze. "Pity there's no one who can change any of this."Qin Guan steadied her thoughts before grasping Zhan Yang's meaning. "How do you intend to change it?"

Zhan Yang's lips pressed thin, then he smiled bitterly. "Truthfully, I don't know either. The Great Zhou's regulations have been inherited for centuries—they cannot be altered overnight. The imperial family, nobility, aristocratic officials, commoners, and lowly slaves—these social strata have persisted for hundreds of years. Can the Junzhu imagine a day when lowly slaves might sit in court? Probably not. Even I cannot envision it. Yet, the current penal laws are established precisely upon this foundation."

Unless the disparities between these social classes were transformed, what could truly be changed?

Qin Guan understood the unspoken implications in Zhan Yang's words and began to regard him with newfound respect. Zhan Yang, with his stern expression and reticence, appeared to be a rough man, yet she hadn't expected such thoughts to stir within him. Qin Guan smiled. "Today, I see Zhan Butou in a new light. However, it's best if you keep such words between us."

Zhan Yang also smiled. "Naturally. I wouldn't even speak like this in front of my superior."

Mention of Zheng Baishi made Qin Guan frown. Zheng Baishi was aligned with the Crown Prince's faction. Now that the Eastern Palace was in turmoil, how would Zheng Baishi act?

"Has Lord Zheng mentioned the recent upheavals at court these past few days?"

Zhan Yang shook his head. "I'm merely a Butou. I can apprehend bandits and investigate murders, but court affairs have little to do with me. At most, I have some understanding of the Court of Judicial Review and the Ministry of Justice. What the Junzhu wishes to ask about... is the matter of the Eastern Palace, isn't it?"

Qin Guan smiled wryly. Everyone knew the Crown Prince was her brother-in-law, so it was only natural for Zhan Yang to make the connection so quickly.

Seeing Qin Guan's tacit acknowledgment, Zhan Yang continued, "His Lordship is indeed anxious. After all, he has always advocated for the Crown Prince to be the Heir Apparent and later gained the Crown Prince's high regard. But in the current situation, there is nothing His Lordship can do."

Although Zhang Qide had been imprisoned, the Emperor had not yet ordered his trial. It was unclear whether they were waiting for Yuwen Xian's return or if there was no suitable person to preside over the case. Yet, no one knew which names would appear on the next memorial from the northwest. The court was currently steeped in apprehension and unease.

"Have you ever considered how far you might advance in the future?"

Though Zhan Yang's position wasn't high, he was, after all, the chief Butou of the Lin'an Prefecture. Whether he moved to the Ministry of Justice or the Court of Judicial Review, there were paths open to him.

But clearly, Zhan Yang hadn't given such matters much thought. He merely smiled. "Perhaps I am only suited to be a Butou."

As they spoke, they arrived at the prefecture's archive. Zhan Yang instructed two constables to retrieve the case files and invited Qin Guan to rest in a side chamber adjacent to the archive. Soon, the two constables returned carrying over ten volumes of files. Qin Guan glanced at the files and asked casually, "Has Lord Li visited these past few days?"

Zhan Yang paused. "Does the Junzhu mean Lord Li Muyun?"

Qin Guan nodded. Zhan Yang shook his head. "He hasn't come. Each time it involved the skeletal remains case, His Lordship went to see Lord Li."

Qin Guan nodded and opened the files. She was already familiar with the evidence and testimonies before the case was closed, so she skimmed through those quickly. However, she examined the post-closure documents carefully. Since Ning Buyi was the murderer, even in death, his properties and residences were subject to confiscation and sealing. Yet, as Qin Guan read through, she found little record of Ning Buyi's assets. "Aside from the Ink-Stained Painting House, did Ning Buyi have no other residences or properties?"Half a year had passed since the case, but because Ning Buyi's case had caused quite a stir, Zhan Yang remembered the details very clearly.

"None, actually. It's a bit strange, but we questioned both old and new staff in his building and found nothing. Even the painters he knew were unaware of any other residences he might have had. He usually lived in the backyard of the painting studio... Oh, and we also asked that Miss Zhong, but she didn't know either."

After speaking, a trace of doubt flickered in Zhan Yang's eyes. Although the case was closed, many aspects remained unclear, which was unsettling for him and Qin Guan, who were both dedicated to uncovering the truth. However, neither the yamen nor they could invest endless effort into old cases.

Seeing Qin Guan carefully reviewing the pages about Ning Buyi's background, Zhan Yang said, "We did investigate Ning Buyi's origins thoroughly, but unfortunately, no one knows where he went or what he experienced in those previous years. Your Highness, have you discovered some new clue in this case?"

Qin Guan looked up and shook her head. "No, I've just been thinking about his motive for murder. At the time, he planned to kill seven people—a grand altar of seven could defy the heavenly Path. Is it possible he didn't kill for himself?"

"If not for himself, then for whom? His circle of old friends and acquaintances was very simple."

That was precisely what was strange. Ning Buyi was a painter and a businessman. To succeed in business in the capital, one would naturally try to befriend influential nobles. Yet, although Ning Buyi had some renown and interacted with many aristocrats, none could be considered close friends. Why was that?

The more Qin Guan thought about it, the more eerie it seemed, and she felt every word on those pages defied logic.

After flipping through the last file three or four times, Qin Guan finally sighed. "I can't see anything for now. Perhaps I'm overthinking it."

Not wanting to take up too much of Zhan Yang's time, Qin Guan had no choice but to set the files aside and prepare to leave.

As he escorted her out, Zhan Yang said, "If you have any clues or questions, Your Highness, you can tell me. I can help investigate. This case was closed, but I don't feel entirely confident about it."

Qin Guan sighed. "Alright. I really just suddenly remembered and came to take a look today. If I find anything later, I'll definitely seek your help."

After saying this, Qin Guan left first, while Zhan Yang watched her retreating figure thoughtfully.

Leaving the Lin'an Prefecture Yamen, Qin Guan couldn't help but feel disheartened. Could it be that the connection between Li Muyun and that residence was truly just a coincidence?

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…

When Qin Guan arrived at the Longevity and Health Palace again, she found not only Yue Ning and Yan Ze were there, but even the Grand Princess had come.

Having not seen the Grand Princess for many days, Qin Guan was delighted and chatted extensively with her and the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager insisted on playing a game of chess with the Grand Princess, who had no choice but to pull Qin Guan over to assist. However, even together, they were no match for the Empress Dowager.

Amid the laughter and conversation, Qin Guan glanced over and noticed a wound on Yue Ning's hand. She quickly asked, "What happened to your hand?"

The injury on Yue Ning's hand wasn't large, but it was somewhat alarming. At Qin Guan's question, everyone looked over, and Yue Ning could only smile wryly. "It's nothing, just a careless bump."

Yan Ze, standing nearby, also frowned. "Ning'er? What happened?"Yan Ze couldn't see, so naturally he didn't know whether the wound on Yue Ning's hand was large or small. The Grand Princess quickly waved her hand, "Come here, let me see. Hiss... Wan Yatou's eyes are sharp indeed. I didn't notice it earlier. This... looks like it was cut by a knife..."

Just as Yue Ning was about to pull her hand back, Yan Ze said, "Was it injured when you were carving the seal yesterday?"

At this question, Yue Ning was immediately speechless. Yan Ze let out a long sigh, "It must have been injured then. I wondered why you suddenly stopped carving. This is my fault."

The Empress Dowager and the Grand Princess both looked at Yan Ze. Yue Ning hurriedly waved her hands, "No, no... Well, it's just that a couple of days ago, I was talking with Third Brother about our childhood days of carving seals. I wonder if the Empress Dowager and Grandmother still remember—when I was little, I got a dagger. I used it to make a wooden sword, carve small dolls, and engrave seals. But as I grew older, I set it aside. That day, when I mentioned it to Third Brother, I suddenly felt the urge to try again. Right away, Third Brother took out a fine piece of jade for me, but..."

"But you’ve long been out of practice and ended up injuring yourself!"

The Grand Princess scolded with a tone of exasperation. Yan Ze quickly said, "Grand Aunt, don’t blame her. Blame me instead."

The Grand Princess laughed, "You’re always protecting her. It was her own carelessness. There’s nothing wrong with carving things, but she’s always been rough and careless."

Hearing this, the Empress Dowager’s eyes grew distant for a moment. "Yes, all of you loved playing with knives and carving things when you were young."

Yan Ze and Yue Ning’s expressions remained unchanged, but the Grand Princess gave the Empress Dowager a deep look. Their eyes met, both filled with nostalgia and sighs.

Yue Ning didn’t want the Grand Princess and the Empress Dowager to dwell on these matters any longer. She pulled Qin Guan to her feet and said, "I see the sun is lovely outside. Shall we take a stroll?"

Yue Ning looked at the Empress Dowager, but the Empress Dowager took the Grand Princess’s hand and said, "Your grandmother and I have some catching up to do. You youngsters go ahead and stroll. Yan Sui is in his room—take him along. Come back for lunch later..."

Yue Ning naturally agreed, holding Qin Guan with one hand and supporting Yan Ze with the other as they walked out.

Early winter was approaching, and frost could be seen on the grass in the morning. Now, at noon, the warm sun hung high in the sky, making it perfect for a walk.

Yue Ning supported Yan Ze and said, "Divine Doctor Sun mentioned that it’s best for Third Brother to remove the medicated gauze every day and let his eyes be exposed to the outside light. It might help stimulate his senses." After saying this, Yue Ning removed the medicated gauze from Yan Ze’s face. Yan Ze blinked, but his eyes remained still and vacant.

Yue Ning felt a pang of disappointment but dared not sigh. These days, she had been fantasizing that one day, as soon as the gauze was removed, Yan Ze would be able to see!

"Ning'er, is your hand alright?"

As Yan Ze spoke, he fumbled with his hand, trying to hold Yue Ning’s. In front of Qin Guan, Yue Ning’s face flushed slightly.

Yan Ze seemed to have found the injured spot on Yue Ning’s hand and sighed, "You didn’t even tell this blind man."

Yue Ning immediately grew anxious and said hurriedly, "It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you—I was afraid you’d worry... Alright, alright, next time I definitely won’t hide it from you."

Yan Ze sighed helplessly, "I can’t see. If you don’t tell me, I’ll never know how many things you’re keeping from me."

Yue Ning felt a bit embarrassed. This matter had inadvertently highlighted the disadvantages of Yan Ze’s blindness, something she absolutely did not want.

Seeing this, Qin Guan covered her lips and laughed, "Wait here for me. I’ll go check on the Ninth Prince..."Qin Guan finished speaking and turned to leave. Originally intending to go to Yan Sui's room, she suddenly remembered that Yan Sui had wanted to play chess that day but hadn't been able to. So she returned to the Empress Dowager's Warm Chamber to fetch a set of chess pieces. However, just as Qin Guan reached the outside of the Warm Chamber, she overheard voices from inside. The Empress Dowager's tone was heavy with sorrow, and Qin Guan unconsciously halted her steps.

"In the past, Yan Han loved carving these things the most. He also enjoyed practicing with swords and spears—even more playful than Yue Ning was as a child. He once made me a peachwood comb and countless seals and jade pendants. To this day, I still keep two of them at the bottom of my chest. Later, he became so enthusiastic that he even started forging swords himself. Ah..."

"Just now, hearing Yue Ning speak, I was reminded of his childhood. It's been so many years, yet these past few days, I've been dreaming of him again."

The Empress Dowager's words grew increasingly somber. The Grand Princess consoled her, "As we age, we tend to dwell on such memories. But rest assured, the Emperor allowing Yan Li to inherit the title is a clear message to everyone. No one in the court would dare disrespect Yan Li and his mother. They will live well for the rest of their lives."

"This matter is just the trigger. I've been thinking of offering incense to Yan Han and sending him a message, but..."

The Grand Princess sighed. "Better not. If the Emperor finds out, he would surely be displeased. Though they were brothers, the Emperor nearly lost his life because of that incident back then. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to let it go either. Allowing Yan Li and his mother to remain was already an extraordinary act of mercy."

"I understand this reasoning, but after all, they are both my flesh and blood..."

"Sister-in-law, now is not the time to speak of such things. It's been so many years—why stir up trouble again? Have you forgotten what happened back then?"

"I know what you mean. Back then, I only wanted to build a cenotaph for Yan Han. He was buried at Wind Thunder Ridge—it was his own fault. But the thought of his lonely spirit wandering without a resting place pains me deeply. Looking back now, the Emperor had just recovered after lying ill for over half a year. He must have harbored immense hatred for his brother at that time. I truly shouldn't have acted as I did then. Ah, I was so grief-stricken that I lost my mind. Fortunately, the Emperor only distanced himself from me for a year or two before things improved."

The Grand Princess replied, "The Emperor is a wise ruler. Though that incident dealt him a heavy blow, once he ascended the throne, he knew clearly what should and shouldn't be done. It's all thanks to your guidance, Sister-in-law, otherwise the late Emperor would surely be restless in the afterlife!"

Mentioning the late Emperor, the Empress Dowager sighed even more deeply. "The royal family most abhors fratricide. The late Emperor was already in poor health back then and was so enraged by the incident that he fell gravely ill. Fortunately, Lingxi's exceptional medical skills saved the Emperor. Otherwise... Ah, Yan Han was indeed a sinner..."

"Enough, enough. These are all matters of the past. Let's not speak of sinners anymore. The Emperor setting aside his grievances and allowing Yan Li to inherit the title is a good thing. Your bond as mother and son is long-standing. Don't let old matters chill the Emperor's heart now. There have been many affairs in the court recently—I heard the Empress has been confined?"

The Empress Dowager acknowledged this, and she and the Grand Princess began discussing the Empress's confinement. Outside, Qin Guan slowly retreated.

After leaving the Warm Chamber, she encountered Mammy Chen approaching. Qin Guan suddenly snapped back to reality and said, "Could you trouble Momma to find a set of chess pieces? I'll play with the Ninth Prince for a while."

Mammy Chen smiled. "You're the only one with the patience to play with the Ninth Prince. Please go ahead—this servant will fetch them for you right away."Qin Guan nodded and then headed towards Yan Sui's room. After hearing the words of the Empress Dowager and the Grand Princess, she thought of the wooden hairpin given to her by Princess Consort Gong. She hadn't asked about it at the time, but now it occurred to her—could it have been made by Prince Gong himself? If Prince Gong was someone who would make a peachwood comb for his mother and a wooden hairpin for his wife, why did he ultimately choose to walk that path of no return? Of course, Qin Guan couldn't comprehend the malevolent thoughts stirred by power.

Yan Sui was still practicing calligraphy in his room. The small child stood on a low stool, his wrist trembling slightly from being suspended for too long.

Qin Guan watched from the side for a moment. Yan Sui had been completely focused, but he suddenly seemed to sense her gaze and turned his head. Seeing Qin Guan at the doorway, his eyes lit up. Yet he didn't immediately come over; instead, he lowered his head to finish writing the remaining characters before carefully setting down the brush and stepping off the stool. Qin Guan smiled as she approached. "You're becoming more and more diligent. Would you like a reward?"

Yan Sui looked at her eagerly and suddenly asked, "Has Goldfinch returned?"

A shadow crossed Qin Guan's eyes, but she continued smiling and shook her head. "No, she's probably made a home in the mountains."

Yan Sui didn't seem disappointed; instead, he let out a soft sigh as if relieved of some burden.

Qin Guan said cheerfully, "Come, let's go play chess..."

Hearing this, Yan Sui immediately brightened, his face radiating pure joy. As Qin Guan led him to the central courtyard, they saw Yue Ning supporting Yan Ze while they chatted on the unattended bench in the pavilion. Qin Guan smiled and pulled Yan Sui into the pavilion. Mammy Chen had already set up the chessboard. Yue Ning remarked with a laugh, "You refuse to play against Her Majesty the Empress Dowager, yet you enjoy teaching the Ninth Prince."Qin Guan replied, "I can only manage to teach His Highness the Ninth.".."

They took their seats, and Qin Guan began explaining the rules to Yan Sui in detail. However, Yan Sui remained deeply attached to his previous way of playing and didn't quite grasp her instructions even after two explanations. Yue Ning listened with an amused smile, while Yan Ze commented, "He's just like Yan Li was as a child."

Mammy Chen stood nearby watching the scene and her expression shifted slightly. "Now that the Crown Prince mentions it, the Ninth Prince does resemble His Highness Yan Li.".. This servant remembers how Young Master Yan Li looked like a jade doll when he was small."

Yue Ning chuckled. "Yan Li was indeed beautiful—as a child, I thought he looked more like a girl." She studied Yan Sui carefully, as if trying to recall Yan Li's childhood appearance, then nodded. "It's true. I remember Grandmother saying that all the Yan boys share some resemblance, especially in their eyes."

Mammy Chen agreed, "Exactly, just like the late Emperor and the other princes."

Qin Guan didn't pay much attention to their conversation, focusing entirely on teaching Yan Sui with patience. The goldfinch had died long ago, but she had lied to Yan Sui. Seeing how much he trusted her made her heart ache with guilt. She could only hope that Yan Sui would quickly learn chess and develop new interests to forget about the little bird.

Yue Ning added, "Speaking of which, it's interesting how close Yan Li and the Ninth Prince are.""

Hearing this, Yan Sui seemed to recall something and quietly asked Qin Guan, "When will he come to the palace?"Qin Guan was momentarily taken aback before realizing Yan Sui was asking about Yan Li. Recalling Yan Li's promise to bring Yan Sui a reward that day, she understood what was weighing on Yan Sui's mind. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she said, "His Highness Li has been quite busy these past few days. I suspect he'll come to the palace tomorrow."

Yan Sui's brows furrowed slightly as she murmured under her breath, "Liar—"

Qin Guan chuckled softly before coaxing in a lowered voice, "What would Your Highness like? Shall I bring it into the palace for you?"

Yan Sui shook his head stubbornly and placed a black stone in the correct position. Qin Guan affectionately patted his head, "Your Highness, rest assured, I won't go back on my word."

Yan Sui let out a soft hum and fell silent.

After lunch, the Grand Princess prepared to take her leave. Seeing this, Yue Ning and Yan Ze also decided to exit the palace. Qin Guan, intending to find Yan Chi outside the palace, naturally joined them as they headed toward the palace gates. However, just as the group reached Zhengyang Gate, Qin Guan spotted a familiar figure entering the palace—it was Wei Qizhi, whom she hadn't seen for days!

Wei Qizhi likely hadn't expected to encounter Qin Guan's party here either and promptly paid his respects to the Grand Princess first.

Seated in her palanquin, the Grand Princess smiled and asked Wei Qizhi, "Young Wei, what brings you to the palace today?"

Qin Guan nodded at Wei Qizhi, who glanced over Yue Ning and Yan Ze, his gaze lingering particularly on Yue Ning's hand supporting Yan Ze, before replying, "I've been summoned by my aunt to visit her in the palace. I didn't expect to run into you, Your Highness. It's been a while, yet you remain as spirited as ever!"

The Grand Princess chuckled delightedly. Having visited Marquis Anyang Manor several times, she naturally knew Wei Qizhi's aunt was Wan Fei. "Where have you been lately? I haven't seen you at the manor."

Wei Qizhi shot a glance at Yue Ning. "I went up north. I'll surely pay you a visit another day. I've acquired some excellent white fox pelts and will bring them to you then!"

The Grand Princess was quite pleased. "Very well, I'll be expecting your visit. I won't keep you any longer now—hurry along to see your aunt."

Wei Qizhi bowed once more before taking his leave. Qin Guan's group continued onward. Yan Ze remarked calmly, "That was..."

"He's Wan Fei's nephew. He knows both Guan'er and Ning'er and has been a guest at the manor," the Grand Princess explained with a smile. "With the court in turmoil these days, Duke Song's household has remained remarkably composed. I wonder why Wan Fei summoned young Wei to the palace. With his temperament, it's a pity he hasn't joined the court, but it'd be even more regrettable if he did..."

Yue Ning frowned. "Grandmother, his ambitions lie elsewhere. Please don't worry about him."

The Grand Princess looked at Yue Ning. "I hope so. Since last year, Wan Fei has been relatively well-behaved."

Back when Song Rou was betrothed to Yue Jia, it was Wan Fei who had advised it. After the ensuing incidents, Wan Fei naturally realized she had crossed the Grand Princess and had since become much more subdued. Since the Grand Princess returned to the capital, she had only encountered Wan Fei twice at banquets and hadn't troubled her, seeing how she kept her head down.

After a few more steps, Yue Ning asked, "Grandmother, how long will the Empress be confined?"

The Grand Princess's smile faded as she sighed. "That's not something I can determine."

As they spoke, the group exited Zhengyang Gate and were about to pass through Zhenghua Gate when the Grand Princess suddenly glanced back and said quietly, "If not for my sister-in-law still being in this palace, I wouldn't have the slightest desire to return..."

Yue Ning and Qin Guan exchanged looks but said nothing more.

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...

Concerned about Yan Sui, Qin Guan first headed to the West Market after leaving the palace. The market was lined with shops, and she bought dozens of trinkets unavailable in the palace, loading them onto her carriage before proceeding toward Prince Rui's residence. However, realizing Yan Chi likely hadn't finished his duties yet, she diverted her path to the Qin residence in the west.Han Laobo, overjoyed to see Qin Guan after many days, beamed with delight. Qin Guan handed two small trinkets to Erbao before sitting down with Han Laobo in the main hall to talk.

"The inventory you had Han Dong compile earlier is now ready. It lists all the income from the past half year and all the liquid funds on hand. The status of the other shops is also recorded here..." Han Laobo paused briefly, hesitating before asking, "My lady, it's not yet the end of the year. May I ask why you need these documents?"

Qin Guan skimmed through the list. Although these assets belonged to the second branch—Qin Yi and his wife—they were quite substantial. She replied, "My wedding date with Prince Rui has been set. These days, my aunt is preparing my dowry. I feel that, as a daughter of the Qin family, it wouldn't be right to take all of my father's assets with me. So, I plan to return the properties to my uncle and aunt. As for my dowry, what I've saved myself should suffice. My uncle and aunt will likely add some dowry gifts, which I won't refuse, but I shouldn't take all the second branch's assets."

Han Laobo's expression shifted slightly. "My lady, actually... these assets all belonged to the master. It would be perfectly appropriate for you to take them."

Qin Guan could only smile wryly. If she were the real Ninth Miss, it might be different, but she wasn't. In the past year or so, she had received numerous gifts from the Grand Princess, as well as rewards from the Empress Dowager and the emperor. Combined, those were more than enough for her dowry. Moreover, many of these properties were ancestral assets of the Qin family, and she couldn't bring herself to claim them.

"Although my uncle and aunt don't mind, once I marry into Prince Rui's royal residence, I will no longer be a daughter of the Qin family. Even if my uncle doesn't say anything, I must observe proper etiquette. Han Bo, don't worry. Han Dong will continue working in the shops, and I will ensure you are cared for in your old age. You and Erbao can stay here as always."

Han Laobo quickly waved his hands. "I didn't mean that, ah! When you marry into the royal residence, there will be many expenses. You should think more of yourself."

Flustered with concern, Han Laobo reverted to calling her "miss" instead of "my lady." Qin Guan nodded reassuringly. "I understand these matters. Please don't worry."

Qin Guan put away the inventory and asked, "Has there been any trouble with Young Master Sun these past few days?"

At this, Han Laobo immediately responded, "I was just about to report to you, miss. These days, Young Master Sun has been landscaping the residence, digging two ponds to create a lotus pond. I helped him find the workers, and he supervises everything himself. When I went over yesterday afternoon, the basic shape was already formed. They're just waiting to move in the prepared Taihu rocks. It should be fully completed in about half a month."

Qin Guan frowned slightly. "Did Young Master Sun mention if he plans to stay in the capital long-term?"

Han Laobo chuckled, "He hasn't said so explicitly, but it seems he intends to stay. Otherwise, why would he put so much effort into it?"

Qin Guan's heart sank slightly. Unable to sit still, she stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

The two residences were only separated by a street. When Qin Guan arrived at the Shen residence, the main gate was half-open, and voices could faintly be heard from the courtyard. As Baiying stepped forward to knock, it was Sun Muqing himself who came to answer. Surprised and delighted to see Qin Guan, he exclaimed, "My lady, what brings you here!"

Qin Guan smiled. "I came to see Han Laobo and thought I'd stop by to check on you."

"Please come in, my lady... I'm so sorry, the courtyard is a mess right now. Please follow me to the parlor..."Sun Muqing beckoned a young servant over, instructing him to serve tea, then led Qin Guan from the corridor toward the inner courtyard. In the central courtyard, several potted plants had been removed, and a square pond had been excavated in the ground. The perimeter was already lined with large stones, though the pond remained unfilled. Two craftsmen were measuring dimensions with rulers.

Sun Muqing smiled and said, "I was perfectly content living here as is, but with so many rooms for one person, I thought about redesigning the scenery. I demolished two unused buildings and added two ponds—one here in the front courtyard and another behind the study. Would you like to see it, Princess?"

Qin Guan gazed at the familiar courtyard, nodding vaguely. "Alright—"

Sun Muqing walked ahead, glancing back occasionally. Noticing Qin Guan's entranced expression, he assumed she admired the courtyard's layout. "It's quite messy now, but once everything is finished, I’ll invite you over for a visit. This way, Princess…"

Passing through a Moon Cave Gate, they saw that the two side rooms adjacent to Shen Yi’s former study had been demolished, leaving another empty pond in their place.

The study’s window faced this vacant pond; if lotuses were planted there, it would surely be a beautiful sight in summer.

Qin Guan’s mind wandered, her steps slowing unconsciously.

She remembered clearly: every night before the incident, her father had sat alone in his study. Occasionally, he would step out, only to stand under the corridor, staring blankly at the sky above the courtyard. The oppressive, heavy sense of anxiety he carried still made her shudder to recall.

Had her father already been planning to flee with the family back then?

Qin Guan shook her head. No, that wasn’t right. He must not have fully decided yet. What solidified his resolve was his final meeting with Prince Jin. But why did that particular meeting cause such panic? What had her father done or encountered before seeing Prince Jin?

The harder she tried to recall, the more her mind conjured only images of her father’s anxious face. His actions and words from those days grew increasingly blurred. Lost in thought for so long, Sun Muqing noticed her distraction. "Princess? Is something wrong?"

Qin Guan shook her head. Sun Muqing remarked curiously, "Last time you visited, you seemed to space out a bit too."

Qin Guan masked her thoughts with a light laugh. "It’s nothing. I was just wondering if you plan to settle in the capital long-term…"

She had repeatedly warned Sun Muqing that the capital was no place to linger, and he had agreed. Yet now he was going back on his word…

Sun Muqing looked somewhat embarrassed, too preoccupied to ponder what Qin Guan had really been thinking.

He gestured politely. "Shall we talk in the flower hall?"

Qin Guan nodded, casting one last glance at the study before following. Sun Muqing explained, "Firstly, the Crown Prince’s eye ailment isn’t fully healed yet. Secondly… well, there’s nothing urgent awaiting me back in Medicine King Valley. I’m even considering opening a clinic here in the capital to treat patients."

Qin Guan gasped inwardly. Not only was he staying, but he wanted to start a clinic! Once established, it would likely be overcrowded—how would he ever leave then?!Qin Guan barely restrained herself from speaking, yet her expression had already turned quite unpleasant. Sun Muqing shrank his neck slightly as he looked at Qin Guan. "Your Highness, I promised you before, but... but I can't bear to leave this residence. Just two days ago, I discovered several old items in the courtyard that survived the fire... and now I'm even more..."

Qin Guan abruptly halted her steps. "What did you find?"

Startled by her sudden sharp question, Sun Muqing replied, "A medicine pestle, a few books, a set of short blades... and some other scattered things—all items that weren't destroyed in that great fire. Several of them clearly belonged to my junior sister. Ah, it's a pity I never visited here while she was alive."

Qin Guan's heart instantly clenched with pain. She had known all along that some old belongings must remain in this residence, yet she had never come to retrieve them. Countless times she had passed by without entering—she lacked the courage, even dreaded facing it. Never did she expect Sun Muqing to have done all this in her stead.

"You... you truly treated your junior sister... well..."

Sun Muqing scratched his head sheepishly. "She was my only junior sister."

"Where are those things? Can you take me to see them?"

Qin Guan's eyes showed traces of emotion, seemingly moved by his actions. Sun Muqing smiled. "Of course. Actually, we found quite a few items when we first started renovating the house. I didn't let them discard anything—kept all that were recognizable. Though only stone and metal objects remained intact. A few days ago, while digging a pond, we uncovered two more items, including a small medicine pestle. That pestle belongs to Medicine King Valley—I recognized it immediately. Felt rather sorrowful then. Ah, that's why I truly can't bear to leave."

Sun Muqing led Qin Guan to a side chamber used for storing miscellaneous items. When the door opened, they saw the room filled with various objects: stone stools and tables, gardening hoes, two tall cabinets blackened by fire, and haphazard piles of ironware and porcelain. The great fire had consumed over half of the Shen residence, but iron, stone, and porcelain items proved difficult to destroy completely. Though much porcelain had shattered, whatever remained minimally damaged had been collected by Sun Muqing. The chaotic room full of smoke-stained relics instantly made Qin Guan's eyes burn. She gritted her teeth to hold back tears.

"Look, this is the small medicine pestle."

Sun Muqing opened the superficially charred yet still functional tall cabinet and retrieved a medicine pestle from within.

The pestle, polished from obsidian, had long been worn smooth and glossy by Qin Guan's use. Even after enduring the fire and being buried in soil for days, its luster remained undiminished. When Qin Guan took the pestle, the familiar texture in her palm sent a wave of disorientation through her.

For a moment, she was dazed as if she were still Shen Wan.

"I have one like this too, currently kept in Medicine King Valley. I knew immediately it belonged to my junior sister. There's also a set of short blades here—probably hers as well. My junior sister always enjoyed studying human bones; those blades could even dissect corpses."

Sun Muqing couldn't help adding, "These items would actually suit you well, Your Highness. But since they belonged to my junior sister, I'd prefer to keep them properly."

Even though Sun Muqing now enjoyed a good relationship with Qin Guan, he couldn't bring himself to give away Shen Wan's belongings. Qin Guan felt her heart ache with bittersweet sorrow, clutching the small pestle as if unwilling to let it go."Here's an inkstone, a white jade paperweight, and a set of brushes—I'm not sure if they belonged to my junior sister or Uncle Shen. There are also several pieces of jewelry, likely Aunt Shen's. Ah, when I came to the capital this time, I had hoped to pay my respects to them, but... I'm wondering if we should erect a cenotaph for them, placing some old belongings inside so we have something to remember them by."

"Let's do it," Qin Guan suddenly said softly.

Sun Muqing turned abruptly to look at Qin Guan. Previously, Qin Guan had disliked him bringing up these old matters about the Shen family—he understood she meant well. Today, he couldn't resist mentioning it, expecting Qin Guan to offer some cautionary words, but to his surprise, she even supported the idea of a cenotaph!

Seeing Sun Muqing's astonished expression, Qin Guan had no choice but to explain, "I didn't approve at first, but... I'm touched. Didn't you say I resemble your junior sister in some ways? When you build the cenotaph, why not include me? It would be my way of contributing. I... much of my Corpse Examination skills were learned from Lord Shen's writings. To me, Lord Shen is practically half a master. Besides you, there's probably no one else in the world to build a grave for them. Having one more person to pay respects might comfort them in the afterlife."

Sun Muqing's eyes widened, brimming with overwhelming joy...

"Your Highness... this... this is truly wonderful!"

Qin Guan found it hard to meet Sun Muqing's gaze. She turned slightly, as if surveying the room full of belongings, and added, "You're unfamiliar with the capital. Why not leave this matter to me? I'll have Han Bo find a suitable burial site outside the city. Once everything is arranged, you can bring these items there. What do you think?"

Sun Muqing indeed wasn't skilled at handling such arrangements, and openly building a grave for Shen Yi was impossible. With Qin Guan's help, everything could be managed smoothly. Sun Muqing nodded eagerly, "That would be excellent! Thank you so much, Your Highness!"

Qin Guan parted her lips but said nothing. It should be her thanking him.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Guan steadied herself. "It's nothing, leave it to me. But... we probably can't inscribe the tombstone."

The smile faded from Sun Muqing's face. "Ah, then... what should we do..."

Qin Guan forced a faint smile. "How about using an unmarked stone for now? We can carve the words later."

Shen Yi was a convicted official of Great Zhou. Choosing a burial site outside the city carried a high risk of discovery, and inscribing the stone would likely bring disaster upon themselves and implicate Qin Guan. Sun Muqing understood this, but Qin Guan mentioned carving the words later, so he hurriedly asked, "Can we inscribe it later?"

Qin Guan nodded. "Certainly, we can."

Her four words felt like a promise, immediately reassuring Sun Muqing. He then looked apologetic. "This matter is very dangerous. I hope everything goes smoothly, or I'll end up involving you, Your Highness."

Qin Guan couldn't even manage a smile. She waved her hand and reluctantly returned the medicine pestle to Sun Muqing. "This..."

Sun Muqing quickly took it and placed it back in the high cabinet.

The room full of old belongings carried the weight of past memories, pressing heavily on Qin Guan's heart. She suddenly felt she couldn't stay any longer and hurriedly turned to leave. Sun Muqing followed her out, and Qin Guan suddenly looked back and asked, "Have you found any books or documents in the residence?"

Sun Muqing shook his head. "Any books or documents must have been burned to ashes. Why do you ask, Your Highness?"Qin Guan had no choice but to say, "I greatly admire Lord Shen's expertise in criminal justice and was hoping to see if any of his works remain."

Sun Muqing scratched his head, "I really haven't come across any..."

Qin Guan didn't press further on the matter, nor did she intend to stay longer in the residence. She followed Sun Muqing back to the flower hall, drank a cup of tea, and then took her leave.

Sun Muqing saw Qin Guan to the door, watching her get into the carriage and depart before turning back. As he walked, he thought to himself how fortunate he was to have met someone as kind as Qin Guan, who was willing to help him despite knowing the risks involved...

Upon returning to the Qin residence, Qin Guan immediately summoned Han Laobo and instructed him to find a burial site. "It's best not to look near Qiwu Mountain—choose a location somewhat farther away. We need three burial plots... no, make it two. One of them should be a joint burial for a couple. The feng shui must be favorable, and it's best to hire someone unrelated to handle this. The matter must be kept confidential. Send me word once everything is prepared."

Han Laobo was somewhat puzzled, "Is the young lady helping a friend?"

Qin Guan nodded, "A very important friend."

Seeing her seriousness, Han Laobo didn't dare take it lightly. "Rest assured, this matter will be handled properly. I should have an answer in at most five days."

"There's no need to rush. Once the burial plots are prepared, I will bring my friend to see them. The remains of my friend's parents are lost, so this will only be a cenotaph. Make sure to convey this clearly."

Han Laobo then asked, "Should the tombstones be prepared in advance? May I ask—"

"Use blank stones for now," Qin Guan replied decisively. "No inscriptions."

Han Laobo was inwardly surprised but said nothing more. "Understood, I will see to it."

After giving her instructions, Qin Guan felt as if she hadn't fully emerged from that room filled with old belongings. Even after speaking at length with Han Laobo, her heart still ached with a suffocating pain. The entire Shen family of twenty-four members had now turned to white bones somewhere unknown, yet she could only erect a cenotaph for her father and mother. The truth behind her father's case remained shrouded in mist, making her feel as if a knife were suspended over her heart, slowly grinding away.

Qin Guan took a deep breath. "I'll take my leave now. Once everything is ready, send someone to find me at the Marquis' residence."

"Understood, you can rest assured—"

Qin Guan left the Qin residence and headed straight for Prince Rui's royal residence.

When she arrived, Yan Chi had not yet returned, so Qin Guan went directly to the waterside pavilion.

Since leaving the Qin residence, Qin Guan had not spoken a word. Now, her expression carried a trace of sorrow, which worried Baiying greatly.

"Young lady, what's wrong?"

Qin Guan waved her hand. "It's nothing. Let me sit alone for a while."

She sat alone behind Yan Chi's desk, paying no mind to what was on it, her gaze fixed straight ahead on the bleak early winter lake scenery outside the window. As she looked, her nose began to sting and her eyes grew moist. She pressed her lips tightly together, forcing herself to hold back tears. Memories of the warmth of her family of three came flooding back one after another, filling her heart with both grief and anger. How could she have imagined, over a year ago, that her family would meet such an end?Her mother came from a fallen official family, kind-hearted to the point where she couldn't bear to step on an ant. Yet in the end, she had to watch helplessly as her mother collapsed in a pool of blood. To this day, she could still vividly recall her mother's heart-wrenching agony while looking at her. Even in her final moment, her mother had tried to embrace her, to shield her from the locust-like rain of arrows. Qin Guan's hand trembled slightly at her side, as the piercing pain of that arrow striking her heart seemed to spread again, dense and unrelenting. The thunderous hoofbeats of the imperial guards closing in echoed in her ears, her mind roaring with chaos. It was as if she had plunged into a sea of blood and fire, unable to distinguish reality from nightmare—

When Yan Chi returned from outside, he knew Qin Guan had already arrived and had been waiting for him for nearly half an hour. Yan Chi strode swiftly toward the waterside pavilion. Just as he reached the entrance, he saw Baiying standing outside with a grave expression. Yan Chi frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Baiying shook her head. "Nothing serious, really. It's just that the young lady is in low spirits."

Yan Chi frowned and stepped into the pavilion in two strides. But the moment he entered, he froze in place.

Qin Guan had, at some point, slumped over his desk, seemingly asleep. Yet even from a distance, he could clearly see her shoulders trembling slightly. Yan Chi's heart tightened, and he hurried forward, his footsteps deliberately light. Under normal circumstances, Qin Guan would have noticed his presence immediately, but now she showed no reaction even as he approached. Anxious, Yan Chi held her shoulders and helped her sit up.

The moment he lifted her, Yan Chi stood stunned as if struck by lightning.

Qin Guan's eyes were closed as if she were asleep, but her face was streaked with tears, her brow trembling faintly. She was trapped in a Nightmare.

"Guan Guan?" Yan Chi's heart instantly panicked. He scooped her up into his arms, but even such a sudden movement failed to wake her. He had no time to question Baiying and instead strode quickly toward the inner chamber. Yan Chi initially intended to lay Qin Guan on the bed, but when he reached the bedside, he found himself reluctant to let her go. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, settling her on his lap. He held her close, not daring to call out to her loudly, and simply encircled her protectively in his embrace.

Qin Guan's brow was furrowed, tears falling one after another. Yan Chi's heart ached at the sight. In his memory, when had Qin Guan ever shed tears? Even in the most critical moments of life and death, she had remained calm and composed. What could have happened? Why was she like this?

Yan Chi felt both heartache and a rising anger. Had something happened today that he was unaware of? Had someone mistreated her?

Yet as these questions surfaced, Yan Chi instinctively dismissed them. Qin Guan was someone who remained unshaken even in the face of catastrophe. No matter how others might mistreat her, it was impossible for her to cry like this. Only someone she held dear, someone she loved deeply, could cause her such sorrow.

Yan Chi suddenly thought of Qin Guan's long-cherished wish—the secret buried deep in her heart, one she couldn't even confide in him.

For a moment, Yan Chi felt a sharp pang in his heart. He had always been the type who couldn't stand to see women weep, but now, as Qin Guan shed silent tears, he felt as though a knife were twisting in his chest. Carefully, Yan Chi wiped away her tears. Seeing the redness at the corners of her eyes, he lowered his head and kissed away the falling teardrops. The salty, bitter taste spread on his tongue. Yan Chi held her even tighter, gently nuzzling her cheek, wanting to offer her the most intimate comfort.

"Mother..."

Suddenly, a soft murmur reached Yan Chi's ears. His spine stiffened as he heard Qin Guan call out "Mother." The word was tender and sorrowful, instantly tugging at the grief in Yan Chi's own heart. Only then did he realize—she was dreaming of her mother.

Overwhelmed with pity and heartache, Yan Chi pressed several more kisses to the corners of her eyes and her cheeks. His embrace was broad and warm, and before long, Qin Guan murmured again.

Yan Chi leaned in to listen—

"Father..."

Yan Chi felt as though his heart were shattering into pieces.Qin Guan was always composed and self-possessed, occasionally revealing a gentle, delicate femininity, yet the word "vulnerable" had never been associated with her. Now, however, tears streaked her face, her body trembled lightly, and the corners of her eyes were flushed red. The usual cool detachment had completely vanished, leaving Yan Chi wishing he could step into her dreams and bear all her suffering for her. Silently, he kissed away her tears. After what felt like an eternity, the trembling in his arms finally ceased. She instinctively curled deeper into his embrace, and after a while, her tears subsided. Yan Chi felt a lump form in his throat but dared not call out to her. He waited another two incense sticks' worth of time before Qin Guan slowly opened her eyes, still glistening with tears.

At the sight of Yan Chi’s face and the realization that she was in his arms, Qin Guan’s expression grew dazed, uncertain whether she was still dreaming or awake.

Yan Chi leaned down and kissed her lips. "Guan Guan, you had a nightmare."

Qin Guan remained stunned for a moment before her pupils suddenly contracted, as if recalling the scenes from her dream. She clenched her jaw, and her eyes reddened once more. Yet, now that she was awake and facing Yan Chi, she couldn’t shed tears. Yan Chi watched as the unshed tears pooled in her eyes, shimmering and reflecting the sorrow and fear that hadn’t yet faded from their depths.

Gently stroking her damp cheek, Yan Chi asked, "What did you dream about? Your crying breaks my heart."

Qin Guan stared blankly at him, the flickering light in her eyes shifting rapidly. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face deeply against his shoulder. Startled, Yan Chi felt something warm and wet drip onto his skin. He closed his eyes, holding her tighter, with no other way to comfort her.

"It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m back now. I’m here."

Yan Chi spoke in a voice softer and lower than ever before, soothing Qin Guan. "No matter what you dreamed, it’s over, Guan Guan. It’s all over."

A low sob escaped Qin Guan’s throat as she finally gave in to her emotions. Yan Chi felt his shoulder grow damp, and his heart ached anew. Words of comfort felt insufficient, and he had no idea what she had dreamed. Instead, he gently stroked her back, repeating over and over that he was there. After what felt like half a cup of tea’s time, Qin Guan seemed to have cried herself out. She lay limp in his arms, drained of all strength, occasionally nuzzling lightly against his neck.

Yan Chi’s tense heart gradually eased as she calmed. Worried she might be uncomfortable curled up like this, he tightened his hold and prepared to turn and lay her on the couch. But just then, Qin Guan, who had been silent all this while, spoke up in a hoarse voice, "Yan Chi, I have a secret."