Chapter Two, The Divided Bright Moon (I)

This sentence exhausted all of Leng Yue's imagination throughout her life, so when she finally saw Jing Yi immersed in the fish pond, she could only stand there in a daze

Jing Yi's voice is very pleasant to hear, especially when he speaks softly and gently, like a gentle autumn breeze, refreshing on the outside and rich on the inside. As Jing Yi spoke these words, a few leaves from the golden willows by the pond happened to drift down, falling onto the water's surface along with his voice, creating a scene of tenderness.

Leng Yue was clearly very happy, but Jing Yi could not understand what made her so joyful

A pure white garment, very thin, after being soaked in water ... ...

He did not kill anyone, at least this person was not killed by him. I just feel that he is going to do something even more foolish than murder, so just keep a close watch on him

Jing Yi maintained an elegant posture as she quietly finished her thoughts, her thin lips gently pressed together, and slowly spoke, "According to what you said... his cause of death was simply a hole in his head from being struck, wasn't it?"

In the cold moonlight, Leng Yue felt a pang of reluctance. Just as she was about to take off her outer garment to drape it over him, she inadvertently glanced at Jing Yi and noticed that he was dressed entirely in white.

In less than an hour, when I left, the residence was still calm and peaceful, but upon my return, Uncle Qi was already anxiously pacing in front of the shadow wall at the entrance of the residence.

She can unlock any kind of lock like this

Good

Uncle Qi sniffed and nodded his head

The cold moon brought a cup of hot water, and Jing Yi extended a hand from under the blanket to take the cup, slowly sipping it twice before saying, "You are right... he really did something foolish."

The water in the pool is very clear, so clear that one can see Jingyi's hand gently caressing the back of the person in his embrace without having to walk to the edge of the pool. The person being caressed clings to his waist as if holding onto a lifeline, murmuring something softly.

Why?

I had never realized before that the wind in August could feel so chilling against the skin

Who is she

Save her

The request for the Laba Festival was repeated at least a dozen times, and Jing Yi meticulously agreed to him a dozen times as well, while Leng Yue stood by the pond and listened to it a dozen times.

Jing Yi has a fondness for koi fish, and this pond was specifically excavated for raising them. The center is deep, while the edges gradually become shallower. Jing Yi is sitting at the pond's edge, where the water is about half a person's height deep, just covering his chest, and also just covering the neck of the person who is nestled against him, burying their face in his shoulder

After the cold moon pried open the mouth of this charred corpse with a dagger, and after he stirred it around with a pen for a few rounds, his sympathy for the plight of this corpse was enough to overshadow his fear of its appearance

Jing Yi's gaze briefly passed over a hint of hidden worry, when he heard Leng Yue sigh while supporting the lid of the box, "He can no longer be kept in the residence... I will send him away, and you help me with one more thing."

After Jing Yi left, Leng Yue tidied up the mess in the study, casually taking down a large red character that had been pasted on the door on the day of the wedding and sticking it onto the box containing the charred corpse. She then called over two servants and had them transport the box to the Prince An's residence by horse-drawn carriage. Upon arriving, she casually informed the gatekeeper that it was a gift for Prince An, before turning the carriage around and returning home as if nothing had happened

Chatting

This feeling is quite unpleasant, especially since her cheerful content is related to a charred blackened corpse, making it even worse

The cold moon paused momentarily as it loosened the belt of its garment

Cold Moon decisively pulled up Jing Yi, leaping onto the rooftop, and lightly touched down a few times before landing in the courtyard where the bedroom was located

Lengyue pushed Jingyi into the room, then turned to instruct the maid to prepare bathwater. When she returned to the room, Jingyi had already stripped off his wet clothes, leaving them scattered on the floor. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a blanket like a plump triangle, with only his head sticking out. Although he wore a perplexed smile, his face was pale, and his lips were bluish-purple, clearly indicating that he was freezing.

You remember... this is not called a dent in the back of the head; this is called a large fracture and detachment of the occipital bone.

I am at your ladyship's service

As Lengyue approached, Jingyi maintained his original posture but continuously cast a series of meaningful glances, stopping Lengyue three steps away from the edge of the pool. He lowered his head and gently spoke to the person in his arms, as soft as the ripples of water, "Alright... it's fine now, go take a shower and rest for a while"

As the voice of La Ba grew weaker, Jing Yi waited until he no longer spoke before helping him to stand up and escorting him back to the shore

Jing Yi shook her head slightly, sighing with a sense of sorrow for humanity, "Whether one is burned after death or before death, the result is still death, and being burned as well. What is the good in that?"

Jing Yi innocently blinked, "Although being burned alive is quite tragic, the process of dying is relatively slow. Perhaps you might not be able to bear watching halfway through and would rescue me, and then I wouldn't have to die."

If he were to walk back to the bedroom like this, something serious would surely happen in the residence

Leng Yue shoved the bowl back into Jing Yi's hands, stood up, and moved to the side of the corpse, casually rolling her eyes. "Would you prefer I stab you to death and then throw you onto the bonfire, or would you rather I set you on fire slowly?"

Behind... ... behind the fish pond

The cold moon digested it for a moment and repeated word for word, "Jing Yi, chatting in the fish pond?"

The cold moon maintained this breathtaking posture, raising the teacup in hand towards the tearless Jing Yi, saying, "The deceased's lips are tightly closed, and there is no ash in the mouth, indicating that the body was cremated after death, which is a good thing"

Madam, you have returned! Please hurry and go take a look, sir... Oh dear, I don't know what has happened to him, please go check quickly!

A maid happened to be walking by with a tea tray, and before she could get close, the items on the tray fell to the ground in a clatter.

Although the face is not visible, one can discern from the hairstyle, the outline of the skull, and the lines of the neck that the person embraced by Jing Yi is a man, a man who is still somewhat too young to be called a man.

It is unclear how long the two of them have been nestled in this position, while most of the koi in the pond have regarded these two oddities as if they were invisible, with only a few remaining curious and circling around them.

In August, while the ground still reflects the late summer, the waters have already entered deep autumn

The way Prince An looked at her back then is still vivid in her memory; just thinking about it sends chills down her spine

In any case, the case files of this matter do not fall under his jurisdiction, and such statements will not be placed on Prince An's desk.

As soon as his feet landed steadily, Jing Yi sneezed again

He originally thought that on the night of their wedding, she had concocted some story to persuade Uncle Qi to give her the key to the box, but he never expected that she would open the lock in this manner

The autopsy has already been completed, what else is there that cannot be assisted with

She asked him to keep an eye on the Laba Festival, how did he manage to immerse himself and the Laba Festival into the fish pond within just one hour

Leng Yue said, extending her hand to trace a circle around the edge of the dark hole, "The area on the skull of the corpse that had been struck hard during its lifetime is prone to this condition after being exposed to fire for a long time. Therefore, it is highly likely that this deceased individual sustained a severe blow to the back of the head before the body was cremated"

When the corpse was lying flat, there was no noticeable issue; however, upon turning it over, Jing Yi noticed that there was actually a palm-sized hole in the back of the head of the corpse

The cold moon raised her eyebrows, pondering whether she should avoid the situation for a while, when she saw the person in Jing Yi's arms lift their head, revealing a pale face devoid of color, their gaze unfocused as they looked at Jing Yi, "Save her..."

At the moment the box was locked, Jing Yi's speculation about the weapon came to an abrupt halt, as he stared blankly at the hairpin she had just reinserted into her hair.

You go keep an eye on the servant who was just knocked unconscious by Uncle Qi

Jing Yi furrowed his brows, lost in thought for a moment.

Leng Yue did not pay attention to Jing Yi's face, which had turned as dark as a charred corpse in an instant. She knelt down beside the body and carefully examined the front of the corpse from head to toe. Just as she finished inspecting the front and was about to turn the body over, she heard Jing Yi gasp.

The cold moon gently patted Uncle Qi's arm like a comrade encouraging him to fight side by side, and said softly, "Uncle Qi, don't be anxious... Where is he?"

Jing Yi pouted and said, "Burn to death"

In fact, Uncle Qi's experience in this house is the most similar to hers. Both of them have known Jing Yi for many years, and they thought they had a thorough understanding of everything about this person. However, when they actually started living together under the same roof, they discovered that some things were not as beautiful as they had imagined.

From the syntactic structure of his description of the cause of death, he truly does not seem like someone who has handled a homicide case

How did she describe the state of the corpse to Prince An the first time she encountered such a body

You need not worry about this; when I can no longer bear it, I will put an end to you with a single strike

Certainly

It seems so

Yes, this is the meaning and the essence of the book.

... ...

Receiving Leng Yue's affirmation, Jing Yi attentively proposed several potential weapons, including a watermelon, that could smash a person's head into a pit. While listening, Leng Yue focused on examining the back of the charred corpse, contemplating how it was carried out and how it was placed back into the box. After closing the lid of the box, she did not ask Jing Yi for the key; instead, she removed a slender silver hairpin from her hair and deftly inserted it into the lock, manipulating it a couple of times before securing the box.

This was the second time in a single day that Lengyue saw Uncle Qi with tears in his eyes, looking as if he did not know where to begin, which made her secretly sigh

Jing Yi stared in astonishment at the hole that had also been burned to a charred mass, and after a long while, he murmured in a daze, "He died from a dent in the back of his head?"

The cold moonlight caused her hand, resting on the edge of the hole, to tremble, nearly plunging into the abyss.

... ...

Jing Yi has a very gentle and refined scholar's face, which looks particularly attractive when he furrows his brows in deep thought, so much so that the usually impatient Leng Yue is willing to quietly wait for him to finish his contemplation

Leng Yue was taken aback; this response was beyond her imagination. "What is he doing in the fish pond?"

Forget it, where there are pitfalls, there are pitfalls

If she remembers correctly, the owner of this back of the head should be the one who was knocked unconscious in the study by Uncle Qi with an inkstone during the Laba Festival

As soon as the two landed, the housekeeper, who had been instructed by Uncle Zhao Qi to wait not far away, brought over the dry clothes. Jing Yi wrapped both pieces of clothing around the shivering La Ba, watching as La Ba, supported by the housekeeper, walked away with uneven steps. He let out a bitter smile and then sneezed heartily.

Jing Yi silently glanced at the corpse still nestled beneath the cold moon's embrace

The deceased lost half of their head

Jing Yi was taken aback, "Do you suspect that the person was killed on Laba Festival?"