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Chapter 2080 Beheading in public display

Hearing this, the two were shocked and looked at the county magistrate in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"Madam, my people went out for patrol today and found Su Yueshuang by the river. When they pulled her out, she had already drowned. The body has been transported back to the government office."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Changli and Wan Shufang strode inside. Only when they saw Su Yueshuang's body did they believe the county magistrate. They looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

"How could this happen..." Wan Shufang murmured. She had been suspecting that Su Yueshuang had killed Yuanyuan, but now, Su Yueshuang was also dead.

And judging from the degree of swelling of the body, she fell and drowned on her way home after being beaten.

"Have you found the murderer?"

"Madam, there were no signs of a fight at the scene. The preliminary judgment is that it was an accidental death." The county magistrate wiped his sweat and showed Wan Shufang the results of the autopsy.

After reading the document, Wan Shufang's face darkened. She was in disbelief and grabbed Chen Changli's sleeve: "Changli, the deaths of Yuanyuan and Su Yueshuang seemed to be accidents, but I always feel that there is something wrong with this matter."

"There are many doubts in this matter. I'm afraid it's not that simple, An Yi." Chen Changli called An Yi and leaned over to whisper a few words in his ear. Soon, An Yi took the order and left.

into the night.

When Chen Changli and Wan Shufang were shopping, they met the vendor selling embroidery again. The stall owner continued to put out embroidery samples. Looking at the identical patterns, Wan Shufang paused and reached out to pick up the handkerchief.

"Boss, is this Su Xiu Niang's embroidery?"

Hearing the question, the stall owner's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, madam, you really know what you are talking about. Su Xiu Niang is the best embroiderer here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wan Shufang put down the handkerchief and stared at the stall owner coldly: "But, isn't that embroiderer dead?"

"Why do you still have her embroidery for sale, and there are so many of them."

If Wan Shufang was not mistaken, more than half of this pile of things were made by Su Yuehua, but Su Yuehua had passed away long ago.

Seeing the confusion on Wan Shufang's face, the stall owner slapped his head, with an expression of a noble man who forgets things easily, and apologized in a low voice: "Look at my memory. I forgot to tell you that Su Xiu Niang has passed away, but before she died, I bought a lot of embroidery."

He suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "These are all inventory, and I still have a lot of inventory."

As he spoke, he showed a proud expression on his face, as if he was praising himself for his preparedness, but Wan Shufang sneered: "Impossible, you are lying."

"It's impossible to have so much inventory. Besides, the embroidery fabric looks very new. It should be new goods." She exposed the stall owner's lie. The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then his expression returned to normal.

"I'm a businessman, so I naturally know good products. It's understandable that I have more in stock. Besides, I preserve them very well, so these embroidery works look new."

The words seemed a bit far-fetched, and the stall owner was also worried that Wan Shufang would ask more questions, so he quickly promoted his embroidery: "Madam, take a look, our embroidery is absolutely unique in Shu."

Hearing this, Wan Shufang didn't plan to get entangled with him anymore. If she continued to entangle him over just a few handkerchiefs, there would be no good result.

With thoughts swirling in her mind, Wan Shufang took out some change and bought some pillowcases and handkerchiefs.

"Pack all of these for me."

Seeing the silver, the stall owner's frustration from being questioned just now instantly dissipated, and he smiled happily: "Okay, I'll pack it for you right away."

"Madam, please take care!"

After taking the pillowcase and handkerchief, Wan Shufang went straight back to the inn. After returning, she took out the things she bought and looked at them carefully.

She took out the one she bought before and compared it with the other. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "Chen Changli, come and see, the stitching of this embroidery is really good."

"Moreover, I can confirm that this was made by the same person. The stitching is exactly the same. Two people cannot embroider the same thing."

She originally thought that the stall owner used the dead Su Yuehua as a shield in order to give the embroidery a good reputation, but she didn't expect that the embroidery was really made by the same person.

Wan Shufang couldn't help but sigh: "This person imitated Su Yuehua's skills too well."

Hearing this, Chen Changli did not agree. Thinking of a possibility, he took the two handkerchiefs and compared them carefully, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "Shufang, Su Yuehua, maybe they are not dead."

"Do you suspect that Su Yuehua did this?"

Seeing Chen Changli nod, Wan Shufang showed surprise and doubt in her eyes. She pondered for a long time, and something that had been ignored suddenly came to her mind.

That night, both of them had trouble sleeping.

The next day, people on the street shouted curses, saying that Zhao Dachuan was going to be beheaded and was being paraded through the streets.

The beheading was originally scheduled for yesterday, but because of the two bodies found yesterday, the matter was postponed for one day. Along the way, many people threw cabbage leaves at Zhao Dachuan, and everyone was speaking up for Su Xiu Niang.

"It seems that Su Yuehua is very popular among the people." Wan Shufang smacked her lips. After washing up, she went out with Chen Changli to join in the fun and watch the execution.

At the execution ground, many people watched the beheading and talked about it, scolding Zhao Dachuan for being ungrateful and betraying his wife.

"This Zhao Dachuan is such a scoundrel. Back then, Su Xiu Niang was such a good person. She married him without regrets, took care of the household for him, and gave birth to children. But he ended up killing her."

"Madam Su is also blind. She has harmed herself and her daughter."

"Finally, Zhao Dachuan will be beheaded as a warning to the public. Otherwise, the spirit of Su Xiu Niang will come looking for him."

The sound of discussions drilled into Zhao Dachuan's eardrums, making him very angry, but he could not say anything. He looked at the beheading machete with his legs trembling.

Among the crowd, there was a veiled woman who was staring at him without blinking. She covered herself tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes full of hatred.

Chen Changli and Wan Shufang did not notice the woman. After everything was settled, the two planned to go to pay tribute to Yuanyuan. As soon as they arrived at the cemetery, Wan Shufang noticed that the soil had been disturbed.

She squatted down and checked carefully, her expression serious and earnest: "Changli, the soil has been turned over. I'm afraid someone has disturbed Yuanyuan's tomb."

Hearing this, Chen Changli was also shocked. He waved his hand, and soon the secret guards who followed him appeared.

"Master, madam."

"Open the grave." He ordered coldly, pulling Wan Shufang back a little: "Since you are not sure whether it has been moved, open it and check it out."

"Yes, master."

The secret guard took the order and quickly went to the village to borrow a shovel and a hoe. However, when the villagers heard that they were going to open the grave, they ran to stop them.

"No, you can't open the grave."

The people stood in front of Chen Changli and Wan Shufang, refusing to let them make any move.