HLnovel Chapter 147: Mrs. Zhao's Obstruction
Chapter 147: Mrs. Zhao's Obstruction
The maids and old women around him came over, handing him handkerchiefs and trying to comfort him. He looked so pitiful, as if he had been treated unfairly by God.
Gu Qingyun walked over, took a deep breath, looked at Madam Zhao who was crying and gasping for breath, and said, "Madam, I am sorry for your loss."
It was just a concerned remark at the beginning, but what followed was Madam Zhao's hoarse voice, "What do you say? What do you say? Dali Temple! Wuuuuuu, my husband is gone, I said to bury him in peace, but you wouldn't let me. Now, even you, the thieves who solved the crime scene, can come in and out at will. Who would dare to believe in you, the Dali Temple? Wuuuuuuu, even now, you still won't let me bury my husband! You have no conscience..."
Her face was red from crying, and she looked extremely sad and angry, with traces of tears all over her face.
Gu Qingyun could only step aside and ask Zhao Huaiqing, who was always good at pleasing women, to come forward and comfort her.
As soon as Zhao Huaiqing stepped forward, he was spat at by Mrs. Zhao. She didn't dare to really touch the officials from the Dali Temple, but this disgusting thing was nothing.
Even if the matter was reported to the court, she would still be grief-stricken and distressed.
Zhao Huaiqing took two steps back helplessly and said from a distance, "Sister-in-law, I know you feel bitter, but we have to find the murderer as soon as possible, so that life will be easier, right? Don't you think so, sister-in-law? You have children who need to live, so you must think more positively."
"Get out, all of you. You hypocritical people just want to use my husband as a stepping stone. Get out. Don't even think about making a penny with my husband. Get out!" Mrs. Zhao was extremely angry, and the words she uttered were almost unbearable to hear.
Having pretended to be a lady from a noble family in Kyoto Prefecture for all these years, she can no longer maintain her elegant demeanor.
Gu Qingyun pulled Zhao Huaiqing and signaled him to step back. Forget it, he was too emotional, it was useless.
Wu Huan was painting in the back, painting the changed scene. The Dali Temple was surrounded like an iron barrel, and the vast snow could not stop the pace of human beings.
The entire backyard was crowded with people. Several concubines who had not originally associated with the eldest lady were now following Madam Zhao with their children, crying out of breath.
No matter whether it is real or acted, it makes people sigh with sadness.
Gu Qingyun pulled a guard aside and asked, "Is she like this every day? Crying and sobbing. Is she still like this even after we left?"
The clerk shook his head blankly, "No... As soon as the gentlemen left the house, she cried and either fainted, and was sent back by the maids and servants. Then we heard that she was bedridden, or she stood up and said she wanted to take care of her funeral affairs, and left mumbling."
Gu Qingyun nodded in understanding. If it happened once or twice it would be fine, but if it happened every day there would be a problem.
The most urgent task was to perform an autopsy as soon as possible. Even though he knew that there was a high probability that the explanation would not work, he still spoke up, "Madam Zhao, I know you are extremely sad. But if we don't find out the truth, even if Lord Zhao is buried, he will not be willing... I beg Madam Zhao to let us do an autopsy for the sake of Lord Zhao's tragic death."
Even though Gu Qingyun spoke earnestly, Mrs. Zhao still looked at him with bloodshot eyes and refused to give in no matter what.
After Wuhuan finished drawing the picture, the group had no choice but to leave Zhao's house.
This matter depends on whether the family members are willing, otherwise everything is empty talk.
The dead are the greatest. If Gu Qingyun were to do it forcefully, he would be shouldering more than just responsibility.
A few of them staggered to the restaurant. Although they were not frowning, they were still quite worried.
"Shaoqing, you are just thinking too much. If the other party doesn't want to investigate, then don't investigate." Xinhai looked at Gu Qingyun's expression and comforted him.
“But if the person who reports the case is always the victim’s relative or the first person to report the case, based on this judgment, then you can just report the murder directly. We won’t care anyway.” Gu Qingyun did not blame Xinhai, but said lightly.
"Eat something sweet. It will make you feel better." Zhao Huaiqing was open-minded and didn't take it seriously.
A group of people walked past the lake. Marquis Yong'an was sitting by the lake fishing. Gu Qingyun was a little absent-minded to begin with, and at this moment his attention was distracted and he stood there in a daze.
"Young Master, isn't that the Marquis?" Xinhai looked towards the lake.
Gu Qingyun nodded. The old man’s life had improved now and he had a new fishing spot.
He walked around the lake to the side of Yong'an Hou, "Master, why are you here?"
Yong'an Hou looked at Gu Qingyun while drinking sago milk tea. "I was asking you why you were here. Why are you here looking for food instead of working during working hours? I'm retired."
"...No, I'm just asking in a friendly manner." Gu Qingyun said.
"I'm fishing, but I can't see it." Marquis Yong'an pointed to the lake and said, "Miss An said that we can process the fish we catch. I have something to play with and something to eat, so of course I'll sit here."
Gu Qingyun clicked his tongue twice, "Then you fish, I'll go find something to eat."
Marquis Yong'an didn't say anything. He waved his hand to signal Gu Qingyun to leave quickly. Gu Qingyun opened his mouth but didn't ask in the end.
In fact, he wanted to ask about this case: should he insist on doing the autopsy?
But I also felt that it was meaningless and I wasn't at the end of my rope, so I stopped thinking about it.
A few people walked into the restaurant. An Qiao was still the same, wrapping herself up like a quail, with only a pair of eyes looking around.
"Miss An, is it so cold?" Zhao Huaiqing was deeply puzzled by An Qiao's sneaky outfit.
"It's very cold, aren't you cold?" An Qiao didn't understand why familiar diners would ask her this question after coming in. Was she really dressed strangely?
"It's not necessary to wrap it like this." Zhao Huaiqing said, and then he saw the sign that An Qiao had put up, "Young lady, we don't eat too much every time, so there's no need to put up a sign for us."
"You misunderstood. Many people were walking with the help of the wall. I'm worried about everyone's health..." And the hawthorns were dwindling day by day.
Originally, I didn’t buy many hawthorns, as they are sour and astringent, so I just used them to make candied haws.
Unexpectedly, some people ate too much every day, so An Qiaobian could only give them a bowl of hawthorn soup. Many people accepted it and indeed felt much better after drinking it.
There was soup before and after the meal, and it was even free. Although Anqiao invested a few cents, he made more money. But it was bad for the body after all, and Anqiao was not a conscienceless person, so he would remind her every time.
The people from Dali Temple found a place to sit down, and Qiufen, still full of energy, ordered food for everyone.
It had been a while since we had eaten stir-fried dishes, so several people ordered their favorite dishes. Soon, there were three meat dishes, three vegetable dishes and a soup.
It was almost afternoon when they had lunch. They were so hungry that they didn't want to talk and just ate.