"Yes." Huang Ye looked straight at the place where Coroner pointed.

The morgue suddenly fell silent, and the already cold environment added two indescribable strangeness.

Yan Wanwan walked to Huangye and held her cold hand in early summer.

The coroner turned his head and nodded at the prefect of Jingzhao beside him. The latter looked at Yan Zheng and bowed to him, "Young Master Yan, look... I'm afraid I have to ask this lady for a few questions about this."

Yan Wanwan and Xiangye naturally heard this. The latter nodded, then broke away from Yan Wanwan's hand, walked to the prefect of Jingzhao, and gently blessed.

The prefect of Jingzhao raised his hand to call an yamen official, took Huang Ye to the side hall to ask questions, turned around and bowed to Yan Zheng, "Young Master Yan, let's go to the guest hall to talk?"

Yan Zheng turned his head and looked at Yan Wanwan, but saw her staring blankly at a certain place. The next moment, he stepped forward and reached out to grab a silver ingot on the plate on the table, "What is this?"

"Oh, this is from the body of the corpse just now." said the Jingzhao Prefecture Prime Minister.

"I held it tightly in my hand and broke it for a while before I took it out." The coroner added.

Yan Wanwan had turned the silver ingot over, and indeed saw the words "Yanhe First Year" on his back and murmured, "Is this the official silver?"

"Of course it's the official bank. The news from the other end of the Ministry of Industry, Hong Xuanzhi participated in the construction of the Shangjing Huitong Canal. Some problems occurred on the book. He was criticized by Shangguan. He left in anger that day and never came back. Thinking about it, he was afraid that he was embarrassed and angry at the beginning, and he jumped into the river. However, the undercurrent under the river rolled his body into the cracks of the rocks and stuck it. It took so many years to realize that he was not just missing, but was no longer alive." The prefect of Jingzhao saw that Yan Wanwan and Yan Zheng were intimate. Although he didn't know who she was, he was treated as a courtesy, and he was sighing in his words.

Yan Wanwan held the silver ingot in her hand tightly, and her thoughts had already flipped. Yan Zheng frowned and his eyes fell on her for a long time before turning his head again and glanced at the prefect of Jingzhao, with a faint coldness in his eyes.

When the two came out of the Jingzhao Mansion, they both thought about their own thoughts and did not say a word.

Until Yan Wanwan was absent-minded and almost kicked the threshold and fell down. Yan Zheng reached out to help her with his hand in time.

"Thank you, my husband." Yan Wanwan said subconsciously, and after saying that, he realized it, and said hurriedly, "I'm not asking you, no, I want to thank you... I'm not saying thank you to you, nor... I'm saying I didn't mean that..." For a moment, he was incoherent and actually put himself in. Yan Wanwan was speechless, so he simply shut up and looked back at him helplessly.

There was a slight smile in Yan Zheng's eyes. It was rare to see her when she was so helpless. "I'm not angry this time." He said with a smile.

Yan Wanwan stared at him blankly, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

After standing for a while, Huang Ye also came out and said goodbye to the Jingzhao Government official who sent her out. Yan Wanwan hurriedly went forward to support her.

Huang Ye came forward, but bowed deeply to Yan Zheng, "Thank you for today's affairs, Mr. Yan." The officials of Jingzhao Prefecture had not asked her about her current household registration at all, so there was naturally a reason.

"Don't be too polite. You are Wanwan's sister. You don't have to take this little effort to help you with this little thing, so you don't have to take it to heart." Yan Zheng said hurriedly, and as he spoke, his eyes fell on Yan Wanwan's face, as affectionate as water.

Ling Ye naturally saw it and glanced at Yan Wanwan, knowing that this was a love house, but she had to remember this love, but at this moment, she could only be speechless for a moment.

Yan Wanwan and Xiangye both had their own thoughts, and no one wanted to speak. Yan Zheng understood, so he turned around and waved to a certain direction. A carriage parked at the intersection of the street actually ran over and stopped in front of them.

Yan Zheng turned to Yan Wanwan and smiled, "Today I'm going to make things difficult for you. Madam, you and the shopkeeper Song Er go back to Chunzhi Pavilion first and talk to her well. I'll pick you up before dark." Yan Wanwan said just now, and Huang Ye's surname was Song.

Yan Wanwan didn't expect that he was so thoughtful, but he nodded without hesitation and helped Ling Ye get on the car.

Yan Zheng stood in front of the Jingzhao Mansion Door with his hands in his arms. He watched the carriage swaying away, his smile on his face was inch by inch, his eyes were cold and deep, and he turned around and picked up his clothes and moved back to the Jingzhao Mansion Door.

After returning to Chunzhi Pavilion without words, Huangye entered his wing room and fell softly on the kang by the window as if he had lost his strength.

They spent most of their time at the Jingzhao Prefecture Office, and now it was already dark.

Huang Ye sat by the window where light was intertwined, half of his body was immersed in the dim sky and could not see clearly.

Yan Wanwan walked to the table, skillfully touched the fire stick, and lit the candle on the table after igniting it.

I was dizzy and cleared the ignorance in the house.

Sitting beside the kang, the yellow leaves, who seemed to be living by the light, suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was terrifying. The cold-hearted green leaves had never had such a moment. For the first time, smiling like this, it made people feel a little cold-smelling.

"In the past few years, I have hated him for regret and regret, and I hate him for being heartless. I will not have a day to sleep, but he has died long ago..." Huang Ye said and laughed, bursting into tears.

Yan Wanwan, who stood in front of the candle with her back to her pause, was faintly reflected in her pupils, and after a few flashes, she moved again, put the fire in her hand back to its original place, turned around, walked to Huangye and sat down, looking straight at her tear-stained face without any hesitation.

"Have you ever thought that he might not have committed suicide at all. Even... he might not have betrayed you?"

Huang Ye was stunned, washed by tears, and his clear but rosy eyes were staring at her.

"You told me that he was a man who was poor since childhood, but he was determined to make a name for himself, so he was very hard-working and firm in his heart. You insisted on going to Beijing to ask him clearly because you firmly believe that he is not a person who is unwilling to see others. Even if such a person is influenced by power, he will never talk about life and death easily."

"I just told my husband everything. He has connections and will definitely check what he said in his letter. If there is really, it will be a different matter. If there isn't..." Yan Wanwan's eyes were fixed, and before he could say the words, Liu Ye seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly stepped up and ran to the edge of the bed, taking out a box under the bed that had been covered with dust and had not been opened for a long time.

After opening it, I buried my head in it and started rummaging.

Yan Wanwan didn't go to help, but just supported her backhand on both sides of the chair, and her mind was running quickly. Guanyin... Is the familiar officialyin a coincidence or something else?

After a while, Huang Ye stood in front of her again, holding a letter in his hand, "This is the last letter of mercy and divorce letter he wrote to me."
Chapter completed!