Ye Yu knelt on the ground. "I failed in my duty. I only hired a coachman from a post station to take Widow Song back to the village. I never expected that she and the coachman would be murdered right after leaving Chang'an City."
Wanyun said, "I'm going to take a look."
Lu Jingxing's brow furrowed slightly. "Wait a moment. I'll change into plain clothes and go with you."
Though Widow Song had a loose tongue, she had been their neighbor for many years. Wanyun never imagined her body would be dumped in the wilderness.
Outside the Chang'an Prefecture, a crowd of curious onlookers had gathered.
It had been a long time since a murder victim was found dumped in the wilds of Chang'an City, not since Lu Jingxing ascended the throne.
The murder of a woman dressed in fine silks immediately sent a wave of panic through the populace.
