Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"What secret?" Feng Jia asked in a hoarse voice. She felt Lu Xun's hands were shaking constantly, but when she looked closely, she found that it was she who was shaking.

Lu Xun did not answer. His eyes passed through Feng Jia and looked at a certain place on the roof, but it seemed as if he was not looking at anything.

Feng Jia reached out and pressed two acupoints on her chest. Although it couldn't save her life, it could slow down her blood flow.

"Lu Xun, we didn't intend to kill you. We also know that this was a trap from the moment you bumped into me and dropped my hairpin in the academy that day."

Lu Xun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally glanced sideways.

"We have checked. Gu Weifeng was afraid that people would find out, so he cremated your sister's body a year ago. There is a necessary condition for opening the Rebirth Array, which is that the body of the deceased must be intact. So your original goal was not to revive your sister, but to use the Taiping Cult as a pretext to make things worse."

"Since your sister died, you have worked multiple jobs just to save enough money to enter the Gu family private school. You also carefully prepared today's wedding banquet. You knew that all the dignitaries in the capital would be present at Mr. Zhou's banquet, so you threatened Mr. Zhou and told the story in front of everyone. From the beginning to the end, you had only one goal."

Feng Jia took a deep breath and said, "It's just to clear your sister's name!"

"You, you know everything?" Lu Xun's mouth was full of blood, and her chest was in a tearing pain. It seemed that with every word she spoke, a bit of her life slipped away. But Lu Xun didn't care at all. He looked straight at Feng Jia, as if he wanted to see something from her face. "Since you all knew everything, why did you let me continue talking just now?"

"Because we are just like you, we have no way to punish the real culprit yet." Feng Jia lowered his eyes slightly, unconsciously with a look of pity: "The saint is suspicious and dictatorial, the princes are trying their best to fight for power, the officials protect each other, and the Li Dynasty is eyeing covetously. This Dali looks prosperous, but inside it has been corrupted to an unknown extent. Take the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture for example, everyone knows that the prefect is corrupt, but no one in the court dares to impeach him. Why?"

"Because he has surrendered to the crown prince, offending him is to openly oppose the crown prince! However, we don't want to kill you. On the contrary, we want to save you. Your grievances cannot be redeemed only by dying," Feng Jia held her hand with some force, "Lu Xun, as long as we can jointly write a petition with the families of the other victims, we can go to the capital to file a complaint. Not only can Lu Qin be cleared of all charges, but also the other victims!"

Lu Xun smiled sarcastically, "Filing a complaint to the Emperor? That's easier said than done!"

"Because it's not easy, it requires the efforts of all of us, not just Lu Qin a year ago, but even now, at this moment, maybe someone is suffering the same thing as Lu Qin!"

Lu Xun was stunned.

"This road is full of difficulties and obstacles. It is not as simple as seeking justice, but to break the shackles of injustice. Restraining the power of the emperor and officials, ensuring the interests of the people, and seeking fairness and justice for the victims, this is the meaning of the Dali Temple! Lu Xun, do you really want to die in such an unclear way under the oppression of power? Don't you want to see your sister's injustice vindicated? Don't you want to see the sea and rivers of Dali peaceful and prosperous, hundreds of birds singing the prosperity of the times, and thousands of families splashing ink to praise the peace and prosperity?"

Perhaps the blueprint described by Feng Jia was too beautiful, Lu Xun felt a hint of moisture in his eyes.

Is it really possible? Can this evil old society really become a peaceful and prosperous era?

"I, I..." Lu Xun struggled to get up, and then she realized that she had been shot in the chest by an arrow, and it was too late to save her. She looked at Feng Jia, and with difficulty pulled the corners of her dry mouth, and finally pulled out a pale smile: "I have seen you in the academy. That day you made the arrogant Zhou Muqi lose face with seven poems, which made people happy. So I remember you, you are, ahem, you are the ninth lady of the Xie Mansion."

She slowly raised her hand, as if she wanted to grab something. Feng Jia firmly held her hand in her palm and nodded: "I am."

"Ninth Miss, you are right. How can I die in such an unclear way? But, but I can feel that I am going to die soon..." Lu Xun smiled with difficulty, "So, I want to tell you who they are!"

"Those who killed me are the remnants of the Taiping Cult!"

It turns out that there are still remnants of the Taiping Sect!

A trace of worry spread across his brows, and Feng Jia asked again: "Then what is the secret you are talking about?"

Lu Xun gently shook Feng Jia's hand back, as if afraid that she wouldn't believe him, and spoke quickly and hastily, "Please believe me, every word I say now is true. I'm not actually Lu Xun, my name is Wu Min. No, or rather, the real Lu Xun died of illness when he was ten years old, along with his parents. I'm a later comer."

Feng Jia's palms trembled unconsciously and his breathing almost stopped: "What did you say? Latecomer? Are you..." a reborn person?

Is Lu Xun a reborn person like himself?

The words were stuck in his throat, but he was too shocked to utter a single word.

"I am a time traveler." Lu Xun replied.

"A time traveler?" Feng Jia's face showed even more shock.

Lu Xun was afraid that she didn't understand what he meant, so he explained: "The meaning of time travel is that I came from another world, another time and space. I came to your world, your time and space by chance."

"In my world, it's just like what you described, with peaceful seas and clear rivers, birds singing about the prosperous times, and families writing poems to celebrate the peace and prosperity! There is no emperor's monopoly, and the people are the masters of their own house. In my world, there are also institutions like the Dali Temple, which we call judicial organs, dedicated to maintaining fairness and justice. In my world, we have a civilization of about 5,000 years. We not only study Confucianism, but also various schools of thought. In my world, we call you ancients."

Lu Xun took a few breaths before saying, "Or you can understand it as, I came from the future, and your present is our past. No, that can't be said."

Lu Xun's eyes dimmed. "Because our history books don't record the Dali Dynasty, yours is a fiction. So when I first came to your world, I was very scared and wanted to go home very much. Because I didn't know anything about your place, I didn't know the direction of this dynasty, and I didn't know my own ending. But, because of Lu Qin, that lovely girl, the girl who gave her last piece of dry food to me, her sister, even if she was starving, I chose to stay here."

"Ninth Miss, can you understand what I say?" Lu Xun said with eagerness in his tone.

Feng Jia couldn't believe it, but she had to believe it.

Because she had once been resurrected from the dead, and was also connected to a crime-solving system, and she had even used the props given to her by the system.

"I..." Feng Jia took a breath, but before she could finish, Lu Xun smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, this is too unbelievable for you, but what I said is true!"

"I believe you." Feng Jia said.

Lu Xun's heart choked. These three words weighed heavily on her mind, like a secret she had been carrying for so many years, a secret that she couldn't even tell her sister about. It finally came to an end today. She opened her mouth, only to find that her throat was extremely hoarse. Thousands of words could only be reduced to three words: "Thank you."

Feng Jia asked: "How did the Taiping Cult find you?"

Hearing the words "Taiping Cult", Lu Xun suddenly frowned: "I don't know either, but I feel that there seems to be someone in the organization who has some ability, the ability to identify who is a time traveler!"