Chapter 2, Moving into the Royal Mansion (2).

How many people are there in your family?

The old librarian didn't even have time to ponder how much truth there was in Jingyi's words. He kowtowed and hurriedly ran out.

Oh, this careless girl... Don't worry, don't worry...

Chuchu was busy searching for Uncle Qi's vague mutterings while pouring tea, "Prince An is the seventh uncle of the current emperor, he is in poor health and has a bad temper..."

Chuchu was taken aback, "The Three Laws?"

Chuchu settled her mind, licked her lips, and remembered that Uncle Qi had said it this way, so it must be correct. Suddenly, she realized that the two sentences just now were about the prince being bad, no wonder the old scribe was unhappy. Chuchu quickly tried to make amends, "I think the prince's name is interesting, not at all like someone with a bad temper."

Jing Yi smiled and pulled the old scribe, saying, "Don't worry, it's not your turn yet. You'll just have to wait until I'm done. While you wait, go to the Western autopsy room and bring back the record of the autopsy of that girl. Maybe it will be your turn when you come back."

Jing Yi did not answer, his face was rarely solemn. He glanced at the desk and said, "Make a copy of what you just wrote and give it to me."

When only the two of them were left in the room, Jing Yi stood with his arms folded, looking at Xiao Jinyu's calm face and said, "So, have you accepted her?"

Yes, yes, yes, yes... Tomorrow, the results will be announced. You should go back first. Oh... There are still people who have exams later. Let's go, let's go...

"I know, I know... but why don't I know about this? It's Zheng County Magistrate after all..." As the unfamiliar place name drifted out of her mind for the first time in her life, the old scribe calmly said, "But miss, how did someone from a generation of mortuary workers become a member of an official family?"

Chuchu secretly felt fortunate. It's a good thing that I kept my wits about me last night and didn't go to the inn the shopkeeper mentioned, where you don't have to pay and they even give you money. Now I'll have to use it tonight!

The ninth day of the first month of the second year of Xiangxing. Chu Chu suddenly couldn't figure out the relationship between this birthday and the selection of an auspicious date for the funeral. Suddenly, she thought that there are many rules in the capital, and even the selection of an auspicious date for the funeral requires calculating the Eight Characters for good luck. So she quickly added, "My father said that girls born in the first month are blessed, it's the destiny of the goddess."

Thinking that she was definitely late, Chuchu rushed into the room in one breath and slammed the wooden sign on the desk in front of the examiner, "Clang", "Chuchu... Number one, Chuchu!"

The old scribe raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you recognize Prince An?"

The old librarian shook his head and smiled bitterly, trying to find something to say. "Filling out the corpse form is the job of the prison librarian, not the undertaker..."

Fortunately, he has been working as a scribe in the Ministry of Justice for over twenty years, without acquiring any other skills. However, he has excelled in one aspect - obedience.

Just... just write as the girl said?

Looking at Chu Chu's dazed expression, the old librarian reminded her, "Don't you know about the Three Law Departments? That is, the Ministry of Justice, the Court of Judicial Review, and the Office of the Inspector General. Do you know what these three places are for?"

Uh?

This generation is loyal and righteous... The old librarian coughed twice, "Why don't you tell me how much you know about the Three Law Departments?"

"I dare not, I dare not... It's not true! No need to thank, no need to thank..."

The donkey... is not! The wind, the wind blows... The old scribe was in a flurry, "Alright, alright, alright... I'm done asking, done, done... You, you, you can go back first. Tomorrow at three-quarters past noon, ask at the entrance of the Ministry of Justice... is not! Look at the bulletin, look at the bulletin..."

Those two gentlemen not only instructed him to be kind and patient with this young girl, but also changed the previously prepared forensic law into several irrelevant questions.

Jing Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud. Xiao Jinyu just realized how he was led into a trap by him. Before she could even speak, the old librarian rushed in with two sheets of paper, panting heavily.

The prince's name is Xiao Jinyu, with the courtesy name Maolu. Do you think it's interesting?

Jing Yi smiled with a deep meaning, "Where is it hot?"

Just as the old scribe was covered in cold sweat, he suddenly heard three knocks on the folding screen.

The old scribe glanced absentmindedly at the side screen and said, "Well, then, tell me, what do you know about Prince An?"

The old librarian was writing slowly on a piece of paper on the side, while silently feeling anxious. If these words were to come true, wouldn't all the emperors and princes of past dynasties have died exhausted in bed...

Although Xiao Jinyu always has a cold expression, he rarely behaves impolitely towards others.

The old scribe's hand trembled, and he drew a thick black line on the paper that had half a page of words written on it.

My family has been serving as bailiffs for generations. My great-grandfather served as a bailiff in the yamen. My father is currently the head bailiff in the yamen of Zizhu County and has handled many difficult cases for the county. Looking at the old scribe standing there in a daze, Chuchu hurriedly said, "Do you know Zizhu County? It's the Zizhu County in Suzhou, the Zizhu County of County Magistrate Zheng..."

If we don't say anything now, it will be considered as not answering this question. The on-site injury assessment has already disrupted the wheelchair-bound person. We can't afford to perform poorly in this match anymore. We have to come up with something, even if it's just a bluff!

After the old scribe finished speaking in three concise sentences, Chu Chu also caught her breath and responded crisply, "I understand!"

The old scribe silently glanced at Chu Chu. Does this little girl really not know that the person sitting in front of her is a prison scribe?

Royal surname is Xiao, Prince An's generation name is Paijin, given name is Yu, born in the 26th year of the Zhi Dao era, in the year of the Rabbit. In ancient sayings, there is a phrase "Jin Yu, beautiful jade", which gave him the nickname "Mao Yu". He has known these things for ten years, but how come he didn't realize that Prince An's ordinary name and generation name are not interesting?

Jing Yi lightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Why are you blushing?"

Such an influential family...

The smile on Jingyi's face froze in an instant, and he quickly looked towards Xiaojinyu.

Chuchu shook her head with a bewildered look. She had heard of these three places before, all of which were related to criminal cases in the capital city. However, she had no idea what each one was specifically for.

So the old scribe calmly buried his head in the examination paper filled out by Chuchu earlier, kindly asking like a neighborly old man, "Young lady, were you born in the second year of Xiangxing?"

Jing Yi greeted the old librarian with a smile that almost dislocated his jaw, and took the death certificate from his hand. He looked through it with great seriousness and said, "Come, come, let's see what our scholarly family has discovered from the examination of the loyal and righteous Chu girl from generation to generation...".

Not a single word changed, you should know the memory of Lord An, right?

What a literary family...

My grandparents, my father, and my elder brother.

Jing Yi's understanding of forensic examination is far less than his understanding of the famous buildings and beauties in the capital. He grabbed the autopsy report just to pretend to take a glance, preparing to find some words to tease Xiao Jinyu. However, it was precisely this pretentious glance that caught the most crucial sentences.

The person who just now had a face as red as a big cherry, now has a faintly blueish white complexion.

Oh, okay, okay...

Before he said this, Xiaojinyu was in contemplation, but afterwards, he became angry.

This is the signal that the two gentlemen agreed to stop here, and the old scribe felt an instant relief.

Lord Jing, Prince An is...

Xiao Jinyu vaguely felt a slight warmth on the place where Chu Chu had just touched her face.

I understand. But even for a corpse, it still needs to be properly documented. My father said it should at least be comprehensible, otherwise we wouldn't even know if those prison scribes are deceiving us.

The sound of Chu Chu's lively footsteps disappeared. Jing Yicai and Xiao Jinyu came out from behind the screen. The old scribe panicked and knelt in front of Xiao Jinyu, repeatedly cursing himself.

Chuchu's meaning is not yet fully expressed, "The prince must definitely like small animals, otherwise why would he be named like this! My grandfather said that people who like small animals are kind-hearted and definitely have good temperaments..."

We have a lot of books on medicine and forensic examination at home. Even the fastest scholar who reads books couldn't finish reading them in three months! I have read all the books on forensic examination in our county, and I even know how to write autopsy reports.

It's hot...

The old scribe saw that Chu Chu was in a hurry, and hurriedly coaxed him like coaxing a grandson, "Okay, okay... no rush, no rush, take your time to speak, take your time..."

Xiao Jinyu frowned, and coldly threw a sentence to Jing Yi, "How many times have I told you not to bring up women's matters when it comes to me."

In the calm and composed face of Xiao Jinyu, only he can discern whether Xiao Jinyu is simmering with anger or deep in thought.

Hot.

Will the results be announced tomorrow?

Who is talking about women with you? I'm just talking about the work of a coroner. What are you thinking about?

The old scribe was almost scared to death by her, clutching his chest while taking Chu Chu's sign, carefully examining it, nodding, and muttering as he spread paper and ground ink, "Yes, yes, you've come too early... Don't be afraid, don't rush, dealing with the dead, the two rooms ahead have finished their exams... Let's talk about a few small matters here, and after that, you will have completed the entire exam... Don't be afraid, don't rush, dealing with the dead, the two rooms ahead have finished their exams... Let's talk about a few small matters here, and after that, you will have completed the entire exam... Understand?"

You... Jing Yigang spoke up, meeting Xiao Jinyu's warning gaze. He quickly composed himself and said, "You go ahead and take care of your business. If there's anything, I'll have someone pass the message to you."

Yes, yes...

Chuchu blinked her eyes and looked at the old librarian with a bewildered expression, saying, "Working in the government office, isn't it just being an official?"

The old scribe released his beard, which was almost twisted off by him. He coughed twice and wrote on the paper while saying, "Yes, yes... Then, please tell me, how should we interpret the concept of 'scholarly family'?"

Yes, it's Prince An!

In the past, the roads in the Ministry of Punishments were not difficult to navigate at all. Every hall and chamber faced south, arranged neatly and squarely. One could reach their destination with no more than three turns. However, at this moment, there happened to be a major trial taking place, and several roads were blocked by people, preventing passage. Despite being just a short distance away after turning from a side hall, Chu Chu ended up circling around half of the Ministry of Punishments before reaching the entrance due to the trial.

Those three knocks were urgent and not light. Chu Chu also heard some movement and turned her head to look at the screen, "What kind of movement is that?"

Oh, I see what you mean...

In the end, she felt uncertain after hearing about it. When she saw the old librarian, she frowned and felt flustered, her face turning red with anxiety. "I, I even know the name of the prince, I know both his given name and courtesy name!"

With a slender waist and a raised chin, "Exactly!"

You wrote on the form... Is your family background that of an official family, a scholarly family, and generations of loyal and upright individuals?

This is not only one of the top ten taboos for Xiao Jinyu, but also one of the few weaknesses known by Jing Yi in Xiao Jinyu's seemingly flawless mind.

She vaguely remembers that on the way to the morgue in the west just now, she talked to Uncle Seven about the Six Gates. Uncle Seven kept mentioning something about the Three Law Department, and she felt that they were completely talking about different things. She just listened absentmindedly, without taking it to heart or asking what the Three Law Department was.

The old scribe looked up at her dressed in a simple and plain manner, silently stroking his beard, "Where does your esteemed father currently serve as an official, and what position does he hold?"

The old scribe nodded and muttered while silently taking a deep breath. If it weren't for the special instructions from the two gentlemen hiding behind the screen at the moment, he would have shouted at her like scolding a grandchild after that slap, just to vent his frustration.

Thank you, sir!

Chuchu suddenly remembered a few words vaguely recorded by her seventh uncle and said anxiously, "But... I know the leader of Sanfa Si is a prince. I even kowtowed to him this morning outside the Ministry of Justice."

Xiao Jinyu just nodded slightly, pushed the wheelchair out of the door, and the old scribe knelt down to bid him farewell, but he did not respond.