When Pei Tan said this sentence, Li Xiujie just stared at Pei Tan.

  "Pei Siqing, the king wants you to pack up for tomorrow's return to the capital, you can go now."

  Pei Tan said: "The king had ordered me to investigate the case and clear your name."

  Li Xiuzhi's eyes moved: "This king did not say so."

  Li Xiuzhi indeed never said anything about clearing Pei Tan's name.

  Ke Pai looked at him: "But I understand, Your Highness, that was your intention at the time."

  Some things are better left unsaid. At the time of the situation, whether Li Xiujie meant it or not is no longer important.

  "Although I didn't send this letter back to Chang'an, it doesn't mean that when I return to Chang'an, I won't say anything." A generation of royal descendants, no matter how gentle they seem, also have their own power.

  "Your Highness?" Pei Tan's voice was slightly low.

  Li Xiuzhi said: "Send Pei Siqian out."

  Two monk-like men appeared in the house, looking at Pei Tan with ill intentions. In just five short days, Pei Tan had become a thorn in the side of this great temple of Tang Dynasty.

  Jing Wanyu was sent out of the courtyard and was certain that no one inside could hear her, so she looked at Pei Tan: "Sir, didn't you notice that there is an extra trunk in Prince Wang's room?"

  "I've found it."

  Jing Wan'er's eyes were dim: "But it is said that the king came to the temple with a simple and unadorned attire, wearing only a long gown without any other items. Why did he suddenly have such a large box when he left?"

  The monks of Qinglong Temple would also prepare a generous farewell gift.

  "We can't force open the box of Chang Le Wang," said Pei Tan. "The matter of the box will have a way."

  Jing Wan'er was slightly perplexed, and under these circumstances, she really didn't know what methods Pei Tan could still use.

  Back in the courtyard, Shen Xingwen smiled and waited there: "Did the master call me?"

  Pei Tan and he looked at each other: "Let's go."

  Three people went into the house and talked.

  Pei Tan said: "You used to be a scholar, you naturally have a good mind, why don't you analyze it, what can these headless clues be connected with?"

  Pei Tan actually intended to tell Shen Xingwen all of this.

  Shen Xingwen also narrowed his eyes: "If Your Excellency trusts me, I will naturally be willing to share your worries."

  Pei Tan looked at him, "If the murderer is Wang Ye, how do you think he committed the crime?"

  Unexpectedly, Pei Tan was so straightforward. Shen Xingwen's expression became even more playful, and it seemed that the true culprit behind Long Le Wang's death was something Shen Xingwen would be delighted to see. What did Pei Tan mean by this?

  "If the prince is the real murderer, then he killed Hui Gen and Wang De Fei one after another. Hui Gen was actually killed in the attic where the prince usually practiced his qigong, it's simply a more obvious murder scene..."

  "I guess, Huigen stumbled upon the illicit scene between Wang Ye and Wang De Fei, so Wang Ye killed him to silence him. However, because the adults were investigating the case relentlessly, Wang Ye was afraid of being caught, so he went all out and also killed Wang De Fei."

  It sounds like this, where is it still like saying a prince, it's simply a hooligan.

  Pei Tan's face was pale: "Have you thought this through?"

  Jing Wantong didn't want to listen anymore. If we analyze the case like this, then everyone in the temple would have been wronged to death.

  Shen Xingwen smiled wryly, shaking his head in regret. "Unfortunately, although I'd like to make such an inference too, the fact is that we need evidence, and this case happens to be lacking in just that."

  Logically, you can suspect Li Xiuzhi for ten thousand reasons, but without evidence, suspicion cannot be established.

  Moreover, they suspected him of being a prince of the Great Tang Dynasty, and not some other ordinary merchant or traveler.

  The three of them looked at each other without a word. Were they now here thinking that they could find some evidence to convict Li Xiuzhi?

  "In fact, this case is not without evidence." Jing Wanyi looked at Pei Tan, "Sir, in the Hui Gen case, the murder weapon was a wooden fish. Hui Gen's body was also found in the ice cellar."

  There is evidence, it's just that all the evidence can't be linked together into a final line.

  Jing Wan'er had an inexplicable feeling in her heart. As a palace-born, she knew that among the people who were personally executed by the emperor, it was hard to say how many were killed due to solid evidence. Probably most of them died more miserably than being wrongly killed.

  But she was used to all this, survival of the fittest, in a world where might makes right, being weak is already an original sin.

  If there's been any change in her way of thinking, it started from when she met Bae Dae-hyun.

  Shen Xingwen said, "Let's think about it from a different angle. As the former emperor's consort, Wang De Fei has been living peacefully in the palace for so many years. Now that she just arrived at Qinglong Temple and died suddenly, this matter is already unbelievable."

  "All cases are like a knot, once you find the knot, it can be easily untied."

  She and Bae Doo-san met Queen Wang Deok, who was clever but also cunning. She didn't even give Bae Doo-san a chance to grab her. Who could kill such a woman, Queen Wang Deok?

  But she died more quietly than anyone else.

  This made Jing Wan'er unacceptable from start to finish.

  "In this case, the two deceased individuals are not simple. Pei said, rolling up his sleeves and standing by the window, "Hui Gen was a monk with extremely high martial arts skills, and Wang De Fei was the only surviving imperial concubine of Emperor Rui Zong. It's not easy to kill these two people."

  Pei Tan spoke in a rather obscure manner, but Jing Yu'er understood very well. They had paid such a heavy price to deal with Xuan Tai, and Pei Tan was seriously injured. In the past, when Empress Tian killed so many members of the Li royal family, even her own children died, yet Wang De Fei was still alive.

  Even if King Changle killed these two people with a ruthless and crazy heart, isn't it saying that King Changle is more formidable than the sum of these two people?

  But if Li Xiuyi was really such a person, would he have left so many obvious clues behind, waiting for the Dalisi Temple to investigate him?

  This is fundamentally self-contradictory.

  "Unless the one who killed Hui Gen and Shang is a ghost, and the one who killed Wang De Fei is a god, anyway this is a Buddhist temple, anything can happen." Shen Xingwen smiled slightly with his head down.

  No need to crack the case, just push everything onto the gods and spirits. When Pei Yan returns to Chang'an, use this reason to report back to Emperor Zhongzong.

  The candle flame inside the house flickered and almost went out.

  Pei Tan turned around and looked at the lamp oil over there.

  Jing Wantong moved her mouth and saw his gaze, suddenly understanding.

  If you stand in rushing water, only by walking along with the direction of the water can you find the direction of the current.

  You can suspect Zhang San as the murderer today and change your mind tomorrow to think Li Si is the killer. Before a case is settled, anyone can suspect anyone.

  "Thoughts will change, but one thing remains unchanged."

  Jing Wan'er picked up the conversation: "That's all the evidence we've found so far." The evidence is always there, and reasoning is based on evidence to infer the case, rather than being swayed by subjective wishes, which is why they will go further and further astray.

  It was already pitch black outside, Shen Xingwen yawned and walked out of Pei Tan's house, a smile spreading across his lips.

  In the early morning, the ten Da Li Temple officers in the front yard finally began to pack up. Two monks helped King Chang Le carry the trunk and came to the front of the horse carriage.

  "Pei Tan took a glance: 'What's in Prince Wang's box.'"

  Li Xiuzhi said: "Some miscellaneous items of this king."

  The two men worked together to lift the trunk onto the back of the carriage and tied it securely in place. Pei Tan slowly bowed his head: "A carriage has been prepared for Your Highness at the temple, may I follow behind you to escort you?"

  So many people, two horse-drawn carriages, one loaded with gifts for Prince Chang Le, and the other could only be ridden by Li Xiuzhi himself.

  Li Xiuzhi glanced over and said, "Alright."

  Bai Tan then divided out five yamen runners to escort the carriage carrying Li Xiuzhi, while the rest followed the horse-drawn cart with luggage.

  Shen Xingwen said: "If subordinates have their own horses, superiors don't need to worry about me."

  Among the group, only Jing Wanyu was a woman. She looked at Pei Tan until he said: "You are a woman, it's not convenient for you to go in and out of the city gate with your head exposed, get on the horse carriage."

  Jing Wan'er smiled slightly: "Thank you, Sir."

  Jing Wan'er got into the horse carriage, at this time a little monk came out of the temple, "The abbot is ill, let the little monk tell the king and the temple master."

  He didn't see him off very far.”

  Pei Tan said: "Master Hsuan Lien is too polite."

  The little monk stood at the temple gate, and Pei Tan turned around: "Let's set off, the gates of Chang'an City will open again in half an hour."

  Pei Tan handed a letter to the little monk: "Please help Pei certain to deliver this letter to Master Hsuan Lien, and bid farewell to the master on my behalf."

  The little monk took over the letter sealed with fire lacquer, glanced at it and smiled: "I understand."

  Pei Tan turned around and led the people of Dali Temple away.

  This morning dew is light, that little monk saw two carriages of people and horses really all walked far away, he then turned around and entered the temple, closing the temple door.

  The gatekeepers of Chang'an City, at the hour of Chen, "Open the city gates!" The curfew has ended, and the merchants waiting to enter Chang'an have already formed a long line.

  "General Pei, what is that?" a guard pointed at the carriage slowly approaching on the official road.

  It was conspicuous because it was a chariot drawn by white horses.

  The curtain was lifted, and Li Xiuzhi looked at those city guards.

  The city gate guards changed color, the person in the car wore white clothes and white socks, with sparse eyebrows and eyes, the guards of Chang'an City Gate were different from other places, because they had seen the dignitaries.

  The leading general immediately knelt down: "Let His Highness go."

  Li Xiuyi put down the curtain and was escorted by five yamen runners as they passed smoothly through the gates of Chang'an.

  A few steps behind was Pei Tan's carriage.

  Li Xiuzhi walked a few steps before stopping the carriage. His royal mansion and the Temple of Great Wisdom were not in the same direction, and now was the time to part ways.

  Pei Tan rode his horse slowly to the city gate, and the general guarding the city couldn't help but pause for a moment when he saw Pei Tan.

  "Who is in the carriage?" The general asked Pei Tan after a moment.

  It's not that the names of Dali Temple and Pei are not loud enough, but Chang'an is after all Chang'an. It's easy to get out, but it's not so easy to get in.

  Moreover, Da Li Temple Master actually rode a horse, so who was sitting in the carriage?

  "Open the carriage." The general lowered his eyes.

  Bai Tan's reputation is really bad, it's better if he doesn't show up, once he appears, who wouldn't want to find trouble with him.

  Pei Tan said: "There is no one in the carriage."

  The general gave a cold glance: "It's not up to you to decide, open the inspection before entering the city."

  At this time, the carriage of Chang Le Wang waiting in front suddenly turned slowly, and the attendant opened the door curtain in front of Li Xiuzhi.

  Pei Tan looked at the commander and didn't say anything.

  As the city guards and the intruders faced off against each other, the citizens all stopped in their tracks to watch the commotion at the city gate.

  "Can't open it?" A city guard stared at Pei Tan.

  "The general said at this time: 'Stop talking nonsense, open and inspect the horse-drawn carriage.'"

  These city guards were accustomed to such scenes and didn't even bother with Pei Tan, going straight up to grab the carriage and pulling open the door on top.

  All I saw was an empty carriage with no one inside, only a trunk in the corner.

  A faint glint flashed across the general's eyes.

  Li Xiuzhi's hand in his sleeve slowly clenched into a fist.

  It was Pei Tan who let Jing Wan'er sit in this horse-drawn carriage.

  Jing Wan Er?

  "What's in the box? Open it." The commander's gaze fell on the box.