Chapter 64: Interrogation
Luo Weijin, dead?
Qian Gongyu only just realized that the corpse was someone she knew.
Although she and Luo Weijin didn’t get along, their relationship had never reached the point of mortal hatred.
After Jiang Ten punched him, and after Qian Gongyu got to know Jie Yuanshao and Shang Xinlei, Luo Weijin had actively avoided them.
It was clear the dynamic had shifted — Qian Gongyu was now the one he couldn’t afford to provoke.
Qian Gongyu had originally planned to find him today and boast a little, vent her frustrations.
After all, life needs some clowns to bring out one’s own superiority.
Now, seeing him die so brutally, Qian Gongyu felt no joy at all.
Only an inexplicable discomfort and a surge of righteous anger — how could a noble clan’s child be so cruelly murdered?
But when she heard Lu Wangji say that Jiang Ten had been seen near the Luo family's carriage, and even asked to inspect Jiang Ten’s blade, she froze.
Then, like a mother cat whose fur had been ruffled, she yanked Jiang Ten behind her and shouted loudly, “Impossible! Jiang Ten didn’t do this! She was with me the whole night!”
“Lu Xiaoqi, let’s not even talk about whether Jiang Ten’s blade matches the wound on the corpse — even if it did, that proves nothing,” Jie Yuanshao raised a hand to block in front of Jiang Ten and said.
“Jiang Ten’s blade is just a standard straight-edged knife — it's not surprising that the real killer used a similar weapon.”
“It’s not for matching wounds, but to check if the blade has touched the victim’s blood,” Lu Wangji pulled a lidded bronze mirror from his robes, “Do you recognize this token?”
Jie Yuanshao’s pupils shrank: “Blood-Imprint Mirror!”
“What’s the Blood-Imprint Mirror?” Qian Gongyu asked.
“Blood-Imprint across a thousand miles, tracing visible trails — the Blood-Imprint Mirror can show the flow of blood,” Jie Yuanshao explained.
“Even if the murder weapon is cleaned, it cannot escape detection.”
“It’s a superb token used by the Justice Bureau for investigations.”
“Although the Blood-Imprint Mirror is only a Second-Stage token, it only comes from Third-Stage Secret Realms.”
“And it’s extremely fragile — any government office treats it like a precious relic.”
“Lu Xiaoqi actually carries one with him,” she emphasized the last part, as if hinting at something.
“A Left Xiaoqi Guard patrolling the realm — how could I go without a sharp tool?” Lu Wangji replied indifferently.
“Jiang Ten, please.”
Jie Yuanshao and Shang Xinlei exchanged glances.
They didn’t see anything wrong with Lu Wangji’s request — unless Jiang Ten really was the killer, the Blood-Imprint Mirror would show nothing.
Could it be...?
Using Jie Yuanshao and Qian Gongyu to block the view, Shang Xinlei leaned in and asked Jiang Ten in a low voice, “Did you ever lose your blade? Or… was it really you?”
If it had been anyone else, Shang Xinlei would’ve been sure it was a false accusation.
No one would be so foolish as to murder someone they had a grudge with inside a place like Mansu Woodland.
All seasoned killers know — you wait until your enemy is outside, kill them, and hide the body.
That’s how you maximize the delay before discovery.
But if Jiang Ten had done it, Shang Xinlei wouldn’t be surprised in the least.
To her, Jiang Ten was no gentleman — she wouldn’t wait ten years for revenge.
If she had a grudge, it had to be dealt with the same night.
Otherwise, she might not sleep well, which could harm her health.
“My blade has always been with me.”
Even in this situation, Jiang Ten remained composed and unflustered.
But she only answered the first question.
Qian Gongyu immediately added, “It absolutely wasn’t Jiang Ten — I was holding her all night while we slept. She never left!”
“Lu Xiaoqi, inspecting Jiang Ten’s blade is fine, but not just hers,” Jie Yuanshao said calmly.
“Everyone in the camp is a suspect and should be thoroughly checked.”
“I already inspected everyone in the camp before you returned,” Lu Wangji replied mildly.
“Could it be Jiang Ten is afraid to even let us inspect her weapon?”
“If that’s the case…”
He raised his hand slightly.
The soldiers on the perimeter lifted their Divine Crossbows.
Qian Gongyu, standing in front of Jiang Ten, was instantly overwhelmed by murderous intent.
The back of her neck felt like a snake’s tongue had licked it — an electrifying fear seeped through her spine.
“A noble clan’s child being brutally murdered concerns the dignity of the Court.”
“This is a grave matter and must be pursued to the end.”
“I, Lu, would rather kill the wrong person than let the real killer go.”
“Anyone who refuses to cooperate will be treated as a criminal — Xiaoqi Army, hear my command: kill on sight!”
“Yes!”
The soldiers holding Divine Crossbows were not ordinary people.
More than half of them were Messengers, and even those who weren’t were brimming with Vital Energy and Blood.
Even though there were only dozens of them, their collective response was like a thunderous tide, shaking the woodland.
Jie Yuanshao, though from a noble family, had never faced such a blood-soaked elite force.
Her face turned pale.
Qian Gongyu said nothing, still standing in front of Jiang Ten.
But her legs trembled non-stop, and the clattering of her teeth could be heard.
Only Shang Xinlei, who had participated in the Great Chang’an Heist and witnessed the burning of Anguo Temple, remained calm under pressure.
She whispered quickly, “Jiang Ten, if you’re confident, hand over your blade first. We can make sure they won’t wrong you.”
After a brief silence, Jiang Ten untied the white iron straight blade from her waist and tossed it toward Lu Wangji.
Lu Wangji didn’t hesitate.
He first used the Blood-Imprint Mirror on the corpse on the bed.
Everyone could see the mirror emit a faint yellow glow.
Under the light, the blood from the body floated up like wisps of smoke.
“This captures Luo Weijin’s blood aura,” Lu Wangji explained.
“Now anything else it shines on will only reveal residual traces of his blood.”
Then Lu Wangji turned the mirror to the white iron straight blade.
At that moment, countless people in the camp held their breath.
Qian Gongyu instinctively grabbed Jiang Ten’s hand tightly, trembling all over.
Under the yellow glow, the blade’s surface remained bright — not a trace of blood.
“The result is clear, Lu Xiaoqi,” Jie Yuanshao let out a long breath and said loudly.
“Jiang Ten isn’t the killer — you’ve got the wrong person!”
“No one would kill someone in Mansu Woodland and not flee,” Shang Xinlei mocked.
“The killer definitely left long ago.”
“Lu Xiaoqi, you should investigate those who’ve left the camp in the past couple days — not aim Divine Crossbows at us!”
Lu Wangji didn’t seem disappointed, as if he had expected this outcome.
He handed the blade to a soldier behind him and said, “Fourth Miss Shang’s suggestion is well noted.”
“However, only you four remain in the camp.”
“If Jiang Ten is innocent, then your personal weapons also need to be… hmm?”
He raised an eyebrow, suddenly noticing that compared to when they went in, the group now had more weapons.
He asked, “These are…?”
Shang Xinlei froze, then realized a huge problem.
But at this point, it was too late to patch the flaw.
“They’re rewards we brought out from Mansu Woodland,” Jie Yuanshao answered.
“But why do all of you have rewards, except Jiang Ten?” Lu Wangji asked.
“I’ve heard Jiang Ten carries a Storage Token?”
“If that’s the case, the Storage Token also needs to be inspected — the murder weapon could be hidden inside.”