ASTRP -Chapter 125 The Case Is Getting More and More Complicated

Qing Shan could only obediently shut his mouth before stepping forward and kicking the door.

A crisp crack rang out as the wooden door was kicked open with a hole in it.

Qing Shan looked at Feng Jingge. “Your Highness, this…”

Feng Jingge said coldly, “Keep kicking!”

Alright then!

Qing Shan raised his leg again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several kicks, the commotion grew louder and louder, and more and more people gathered to watch.

Before long, a crowd had formed around them.

Then, with a loud boom, one of the shop doors collapsed onto the ground.

At Feng Jingge’s signal, Qing Shan immediately flashed inside. The shop interior was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Left with no choice, he opened the remaining doors as well.

When the third door was opened, Feng Jingge’s expression shifted slightly. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

Could it be that the other party realized they had been exposed and chose to hang themselves?

Suddenly, screams erupted from the crowd behind them as people retreated in terror.

Qing Shan, confused, turned around to look—and nearly had his soul scared out of him.

In the center of the shop hung a woman dressed in peach-pink robes.

Her eyes bulged wide open, her tongue stuck out, and her face carried the look of someone who had died with grievances unresolved.

Even more horrifying…

Blood was trickling down her body, running along both legs…

staining the embroidered shoes on her feet red.

Drops of blood gathered at the tips of her shoes before falling one by one onto the rouge and cosmetics below.

The scene was as eerie as it could possibly be.

Qing Shan forgot all about opening doors. He hurried over to Feng Jingge in a single step.

“Your Highness… th-this…”

As he spoke, his large hand tightly grabbed Feng Jingge’s arm, his face full of fear.

Hearing his trembling voice, Feng Jingge looked at him helplessly and asked coldly, “Are you even a man?”

Qing Shan froze for a moment before replying, “Your Highness, isn’t that an obvious question?!”

Feng Jingge glanced at the hand clutching her arm, her tone icy and tinged with anger.

“Since you’re a man, then take your claws off me!”

Qing Shan quickly withdrew his hand and hurriedly explained, “Your Highness, this subordinate isn’t scared. I was just… trying to protect you, so…”

“Shut up!”

Too lazy to listen to his rambling, Feng Jingge stepped into the shop and walked over to the hanging woman.

She raised her hand and placed two fingers against the woman’s wrist.

Immediately, her brows furrowed.

The woman’s skin still retained warmth, meaning she had died less than fifteen minutes ago.

Just as Feng Jingge was about to examine further, a noisy commotion sounded outside.

“Make way! Move aside!”

“The Prefect of Jingzhao has arrived!”

With the loud announcement, the crowd automatically parted.

Prefect Wang of Jingzhao stepped forward.

The moment he saw Qing Shan, he froze, then quickly recovered and looked around.

When he saw the Prince standing inside the shop with a hanged woman beside him, Prefect Wang was completely dumbfounded.

Th-this…

Why was there another death?!

And why was the Regent Prince present every single time?

What in the world was going on?

Prefect Wang felt his head spinning.

But the situation gave him no time to think, so he could only brace himself and step forward to bow.

“This official greets Your Highness.”

“I’ll leave this to you.”

After tossing out those words, Feng Jingge left directly with Qing Shan, leaving Prefect Wang standing there alone in utter confusion.

On the way back, Qing Shan acted like a curious child, endlessly bombarding Feng Jingge with questions.

Was she scared…?

Did she already know someone had died in that shop before going there…?

At first, Feng Jingge patiently answered him, but after he kept asking nonstop, she became annoyed.

A cold glare swept toward him, and Qing Shan immediately shut his mouth obediently.

Internally, he thought:

Why does Miss Feng’s gaze look exactly like the Prince’s?

Cold and terrifying.

Not long after, the two returned to the Prince’s Manor.

The moment they entered, they ran into Xiao Jinghan, who was hurrying out.

The three looked at each other.

Xiao Jinghan’s lips moved slightly, clearly about to ask something.

But Feng Jingge spoke first.

“We’ll talk after we go back.”

Understanding immediately, Xiao Jinghan returned with her to the room.

As soon as they entered the main hall, Feng Jingge spoke.

“The person who poisoned Nineteen is already dead.”

Xiao Jinghan frowned upon hearing this, his eyes fixed tightly on Feng Jingge.

Feng Jingge analyzed calmly, “She was hanged inside the rouge shop. She died less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense ago. Judging from her bodily reactions, she was murdered… and by someone she trusted.”

After a pause, she continued, “I wanted to examine her more carefully, but the Prefect arrived. I was afraid I’d expose myself, so I came back directly.”

“Mhm.”

After responding, Xiao Jinghan said, “Jin’er, don’t involve yourself in this matter anymore. I’ve already sent Zhi Liao to investigate.”

Hearing him suddenly address her so intimately, Feng Jingge felt slightly uncomfortable.

At the same time, she vaguely sensed something was wrong.

“The other party has a powerful background?”

Xiao Jinghan nodded.

“The matter runs too deep. I’m afraid you…”

Halfway through, his voice paused before he changed the topic.

“There’s court tomorrow morning again. Why not think about court matters first?”

“Mhm.”

Feng Jingge answered softly and didn’t ask further.

In her eyes, Xiao Jinghan already possessed overwhelming power and authority.

Yet now, there was something capable of making even him troubled and worried.

That meant the other party’s background was definitely extraordinary.

Although she was curious, she also valued her life.

The more she knew, the more dangerous things would become for her.

So she simply asked nothing and quietly continued playing the role of this prince.

The next day was another court day.

Feng Jingge entered the palace to attend morning court.

The moment she stepped into the young emperor’s sleeping quarters—

The little emperor spotted her instantly, his eyes lighting up as he jumped off the chair and dashed toward her.

“Imperial Uncle!”

Eunuch Chen nearly died from fright chasing after him.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Slow down, Your Majesty…”

The little emperor completely ignored him and ran straight into Feng Jingge’s arms.

“Imperial Uncle, Yu’er missed you so much~”

His childish voice carried a trace of coquettishness.

Feng Jingge raised her hand and lightly flicked the little emperor’s forehead.

“Who taught you this trick of acting spoiled?”

The smile on the little emperor’s face stiffened briefly before he replied, “Imperial Uncle, Yu’er is your nephew. Nephews are children, and children naturally know how to act spoiled.”

Feng Jingge fell speechless, the corners of her lips twitching slightly.

“From what I see, you haven’t learned Chu Ning’s wisdom at all. You’ve only learned Xu Shu’s slick tongue.”

The little emperor pouted in protest.

“Who says I didn’t learn Chu Ning’s wisdom? Imperial Uncle, you underestimate me.”

“Oh? Really?”

Feng Jingge raised a brow.

“Then tell me—how exactly are you wise?”

“Mother Empress wanted to arrange a marriage for Imperial Uncle, so I deliberately pretended not to know anything and helped Imperial Uncle fool her.”

The little emperor looked extremely proud.

“If I weren’t wise, how could I possibly fool Mother Empress?”

Feng Jingge pressed her lips together.

This Empress Dowager really refused to give up.

Was she seriously going to keep pushing until Feng Jingge personally arranged a marriage for herself?!