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Feng Qingyuan shivered involuntarily, as if a cold wind had swept through him.
Che Xi's resolute threat echoed in his ears—"Then you can go back to the county office and prepare to receive his corpse!" It lingered like a curse.
At this moment, even from a distance, watching the coffin being carried into the County Office Hall, an unrelenting chill surged within him, piercing his nerves like shards of ice.
"Feng, are you alright?" Constable Fang asked, surprised, concern filling his gaze as he looked at Feng Qingyuan's pale face and the beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
Having known Feng Qingyuan for so long, this was the first time Fang had seen him so lost and disoriented.
If he had seen such an expression on someone else's face, he would have unhesitatingly assumed that person was afraid.
But Feng Qingyuan? In Fang's mind, he couldn't fathom what or who could instill such fear in him.
"I'm fine!" Feng Qingyuan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. As his fingers brushed against the cold coffin lid, he could distinctly hear Lin Jingxia's laughter drawing near.
"I'm here to help you!" Lin Jingxia said as she pushed her way toward the coffin.
Seeing this, Constable Fang quickly stepped aside, making room for her next to Feng Qingyuan.
But unexpectedly, Feng Qingyuan erupted with anger, shouting loudly, "Get away!"
The volume of his voice seemed capable of piercing through the entire hall.
Lin Jingxia froze in shock, her face filled with disbelief as she stared at Feng Qingyuan. "Who are you telling to get away?" She turned to look at Constable Fang and the others, seeking answers from them. "Who made Brother Qing Yuan angry?"
Feng Qingyuan turned his head away, refusing to look at Lin Jingxia any longer. His tone was icy as he commanded, "Lao Fang, take her back to the courtyard!"
"What for?" Lin Jingxia asked, bewildered, her eyes fixed on Feng Qingyuan. "Just a moment ago everything was fine! Why are you suddenly yelling at me?"
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the coffin painted in deep red lacquer, and an ominous premonition surged within her.
Feng Qingyuan struggled against the anxiety rising within him and patiently half-pleaded, half-reasoned with her. "I told you to stay in the courtyard and not come over. This kind of coffin... with a corpse..."
"But I've seen corpses before! You've never been this fierce with me!"
As soon as Lin Jingxia thought of his suddenly darkened face, her nose tinged with bitterness. The grievances that had accumulated over the past few days surged up like a flood breaking through a dam. "Just now, when I asked you something, you deliberately didn’t answer me and even… even tried to divert my attention. You really just couldn’t respond, could you?"
"Miss Lin!" Liu Yun, seeing this, wanted to step forward and grab Lin Jingxia, but she forcefully shook him off.
"You don’t want me to see who’s in this coffin, do you? Well, I must see! I’m telling you, either you throw me out yourself, or I will…"
Before Lin Jingxia could finish her sentence, Feng Qingyuan had already taken a swift step forward, scooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder. Without saying a word, he strode back to the backyard and slammed the door of the County Office Hall shut with a loud bang.
Everyone was stunned into silence; hardly anyone had ever seen Feng Qingyuan so furious.
Feng Qingyuan extended his slightly trembling hand and slammed it down on the coffin lid with all his might. The lid shifted back slightly, revealing a gap of more than two inches through which he could see inside the coffin.
Leaning closer to take a look, he found the coffin empty. Only then did his heart slowly settle back into place.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Jingxia, who had been knocking on the door, suddenly stopped her pounding.
The once noisy hall fell into an eerie silence.
"Dad?" A hesitant voice called from outside.
Feng Qingyuan stumbled slightly, nearly falling to the ground. His face turned as pale as paper as he rushed to the door and flung it open.
There stood Lord Lin—or rather, the Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf disguised as Lord Lin—smiling slightly with a complex expression in his eyes.
Beside him stood Lin Jingxia, her face still streaked with tears and confusion. "Dad, when did you get better?"
"Xia'er!" Feng Qingyuan's voice trembled and sounded hoarse. He slowly reached out his hand towards Lin Jingxia with a hint of urgency in his tone. "Come here!"
Lin Jingxia looked up in confusion and finally sensed the strange atmosphere around her. A sense of foreboding suddenly enveloped her like dark clouds. Trembling, she asked, "Can someone tell me what exactly is happening?"
"Xia'er, if I told you that the Feng Qingyuan in front of you is the Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf and that I’ve been pretending to be ill all this time for him, would you believe it?"
The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf wore a kind smile, his eyes almost clear and peaceful; yet those words landed like a heavy bombshell.
"Don’t believe him, Xia'er!" Feng Qingyuan shook his head vigorously, filled with regret. Never had he hated his impulsiveness as much as he did at this moment.
If he hadn't lost control just now, Xia'er would never have wavered at this critical moment.
"You won't let me see that coffin because there’s someone inside I’m not allowed to see, right?"
Lin Jingxia's lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with fear and unease. "Is it Brother Qing Yuan? Did you kill him? Is that it?"
As Lin Jingxia spoke, she tried to rush toward the hall, but was pulled back by The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf behind her.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyuan and Liu Yun charged toward The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf like arrows released from a bow, their figures moving swiftly to encircle The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf and Lin Jingxia.
"Let Jing Xia go!" Feng Qingyuan's voice was surprisingly taut, like a string pulled to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.
Liu Yun also wore a serious expression, his gaze piercing as he questioned, "What have you done to my lord?"
"Didn’t the lord send you to investigate my background thoroughly?"
The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf smiled slightly, though there was an elusive meaning in that smile. "Since you’re so interested in my affairs, I might as well give you this opportunity."
"What do you want?" Feng Qingyuan roared like an enraged lion.
The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes as he looked at Feng Qingyuan. "I remember when you solved the Che Xi case, there was a technique called case reenactment, right? My request is very simple. Please have the lord take me into the palace, and then you can restore everything from that time—people, events, and objects—so that I can get justice for myself and Rainbow Sun."
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