"Lu Zhihe," Yuwen Junan flipped through the case files, "was he really stuffed to death?"
Pei Hengyu pinched the bridge of his nose. He had not slept all night and had been drinking, so he felt rather fatigued now.
The morning sun streamed through the window gauze, filling the palace with bright light. With the passing of the New Year, the earth was gradually warming, and the wild grass in the sunny spots had begun to sprout in secret.
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