My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 206 Might Really Be Suicide

Chapter 206: Chapter 206 Might Really Be Suicide

"If the Commandery Prince and the Princess Consort were to find out, they’d probably collapse again."

"I’ve never seen a corpse turn into a pit in such a short amount of time before."

While they were talking, they finally returned to the case at hand.

"Indeed, if corpse dissolving liquid was used, it’s true that it could destroy someone’s flesh in a short amount of time. But... this skeletal frame is too intact, it doesn’t look like corpse dissolving liquid was used."

Several forensic doctors all shook their heads, clueless.

Still, it was the senior forensic doctor who stepped forward, laid out his tools, and began a meticulous examination.

"Princess, perhaps this wasn’t the work of any medicine," he said, looking up at Chu Baihan with a serious tone.

"Old sir, according to your observation, what is it then..."

"It could have been the work of beasts," the old forensic doctor said seriously.

"Mr. Peng, if it were bites from a beast, it wouldn’t possibly be this even," several younger forensic doctors could not help but voice their doubts.

"What if there were many beasts involved?"

At this moment, Chu Baihan spoke up.

She walked straight up to the side of the corpse.

She had intended to reach out to touch it, but as she lifted her hand, she realized that her fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

She exhaled soundlessly in frustration and continued to observe with her naked eye.

"There are clear scratch marks on one of the bones; Mr. Peng’s conjecture isn’t impossible," she said softly.

Yan Lian stood in a corner, watching Chu Baihan converse with a group of forensic doctors, continually analyzing something; a tumultuous feeling surged in his belly, and the thick scent of blood around him was nauseating. He could barely hold on.

The sister-in-law of the Eighth Prince is just too impressive; her courage is so great.

"The Eldest Princess... indeed is unlike ordinary women," he said.

Jian Yun stood beside Yan Lian, her gaze fixed on Chu Baihan’s figure in the distance, her eyes shining with admiration.

Meanwhile, Chu Baihan suddenly noticed a long strand of hair on Xiang Zhang’s robe.

"This must be a woman’s hair," she murmured to herself.

Without disdain, the old forensic doctor quickly picked up the clump of blood-stained hair from Xiang Zhang’s robe and excitedly said to Chu Baihan, "Eldest Princess, what keen observation, indeed it isn’t the Princely Heir’s hair. Because the one you have here is very fine, while the Princely Heir’s hair is quite coarse."

"Ordinarily, it wouldn’t be strange for the Princely Heir’s clothes to accumulate women’s hair, given his dalliances with them. But I remember he has a severe obsession with cleanliness, insisting on thoroughly washing himself after his encounters with women to ensure nothing remains on him... He also must wash after teasing maids," she recounted.

"Cough, cough..."

Yan Lian secretly coughed in the corner.

How could the sister-in-law of the Eighth Prince know these details?

Chu Baihan couldn’t be bothered to explain.

The reason she knew all this was because she had been dealing with cases of women harmed by Xiang Zhang for years.

Their experiences were horrific.

And from these women’s accounts, she learned of Xiang Zhang’s lasciviousness paired with his ironic obsession with cleanliness.

Was this the attempt of a scoundrel to comfort himself with these actions?

"Wuji, go check, who had contact with Xiang Zhang today? Most importantly, look for those with fine hair, regardless of their gender," Chu Baihan immediately ordered Wuji.

"Yes, Princess."

"Mr. Peng, please continue with the examination," Chu Baihan turned around and softly said to Peng Wuzuo.

"Alright."

"There is no darkening of the neck on this skeleton, indicating that the Princely Heir was not poisoned before his death. These clothes also do not bear the smell of any medicine, so we can nearly rule out the possibility of a poisoning scheme..."

"Moreover, the skeletal remains are intact, except for... this arm and wrist..."

Peng Wuzuo stopped there, suddenly realizing the Princely Heir’s hand injury had been caused by the Eldest Princess.

He looked up at Chu Baihan and, realizing she had no intention of stopping him, he let out a sigh of relief before continuing earnestly.

"The skeleton is still intact, which suggests that the Princely Heir hadn’t fought with anyone before his death. Suicide is highly likely, but we can’t come to a conclusion so quickly. There are details that still need to be meticulously examined by me."

"Very well, I’ll leave it to you."

Chu Baihan didn’t want to interfere with their work, so she quickly walked out.

Seeing this, Yan Lian and Jian Yun hurriedly followed her.

"Wow, this smell of blood is really nauseating."

Once outside, Yan Lian clutched his neck and retched.

It was so uncomfortable, he wondered how the eighth Princess Consort had endured it.

Jian Yun also looked rather pale.

Seeing this, Chu Baihan quickly had Nan Xing take out a bottle of medicine.

"This is a mint-scented medicine, harmless, and it can refresh the mind when ingested," she said in a calm voice.

"Thank you," Jian Yun quickly expressed her gratitude.

After accepting the medicine and swallowing a pill, she indeed found her mind seemed clearer.

"I want one too."

Yan Lian, seeing this, eagerly reached out his hand.

"I’m sorry, Your Highness, but I have only one of these pills, so please, bear with it," Chu Baihan glanced at him and said in a indifferent tone.

What?

Yan Lian’s expression immediately fell.

His luck was so bitter.

"Prince Nine, are you not a prince anymore? Although today’s scene is nauseating, if you were on the battlefield, you would find that the sights there are bloodier, more horrific beyond human bearing... If we princesses can withstand it, why can’t you, a grown man?"

Nan Xing couldn’t help but speak up in a muffled voice at this moment.

Yan Lian heard her and his expression turned awkward.

It was indeed shameful...

This idle prince had never been to the battlefield in all these years.

If the eighth brother were here, he probably could have faced this scene without changing his countenance.

"Where is the carriage from earlier?" Chu Baihan turned to ask Nan Xing.

"It has been sent to the back courtyard."

"Alright, let’s go and take a look at that carriage first."

After speaking, Chu Baihan led them to the back courtyard.

As they were committed to not destroying evidence, the carriage had been kept in the same condition since it was brought here.

Chu Baihan lifted the curtain of the carriage and stepped up into it.

There were bloodstains inside the carriage, but they had dried.

"Commandery Princess, where did this carriage come from?" Suddenly, Jian Yun curiously asked.

"Oh, this carriage has always been kept in the back courtyard of the Princess Residence. We have never used it, which is why we took it to transport the corpse earlier," Nan Xing hurriedly answered first.

"Lady Nan Xing, please think carefully, when was the last time you used this carriage?"

Jian Yun continued asking, her expression very serious.

Seeing her like this, Chu Baihan asked with curiosity, "Jian Yun, could it be that you’ve discovered something?"

"Yes, look at the fresh mud on the wheels of the carriage," she pointed out.

Seeing this, Chu Baihan’s eyes turned cold.

From the Princess Residence to here, there isn’t a dirt path!