After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"what?

what did you say?

Say it again, "My mother was murdered. She didn't die of illness?"

Just as Li Shiliu was talking to the coroner, Tong Wenjie suddenly stumbled in.

As soon as he entered the door, Tong Wenjie heard the coroner say that his mother Du Sanniang was murdered. He was suddenly struck by lightning and became dazed.

He stared at the coroner with wide eyes and disbelief, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

Seeing Tong Wenjie so excited, Li Shiliu hurried over to support him, but Tong Wenjie pushed Li Shiliu's hand away and rushed straight towards the coroner.

"Master Tong, your mother's medicine residue does have some things that shouldn't be there.

As for the rest, it still needs to be determined by the government.

I am not in a position to say much.

All I can say is that your mother definitely did not die of natural causes or illness."

The coroner looked at Tong Wenjie with a hint of pity in his eyes.

He sighed softly and said slowly: "Master Tong, please accept my condolences."

Tong Wenjie's eyes widened, tears streaming down his cheeks, his voice filled with despair and anger: "Mom..."

After hearing the autopsy's affirmative words, Tong Wenjie felt his eyes go dark and his whole body went limp. He struggled to crawl to his mother's bed, knelt beside her, and could no longer hold back a cry of pain.

His body was shaking violently and his hands were tightly grasping the sheets, as if he wanted to vent all the pain.

Li Shiliu stood quietly by the side, silently looking at the heartbroken Tong Wenjie.

Li Shiliu waved her hand, signaling the coroner to leave so as not to affect Tong Wenjie's mood.

He nodded silently, bowed slightly, turned around and left the room, leaving Li Shiliu and Tong Wenjie in this quiet space to face this sudden change.

Seeing Tong Wenjie who was timid and afraid to protect his mother when she was alive, and then cried here when people died, Li Shiliu felt impatient.

"Get up and dry your tears. What's the point of a man crying when he encounters trouble? Instead of crying until you go blind, you should go out of this room and find the murderer who killed your mother and avenge her."

Tong Wenjie was shocked when he heard this. He raised his sleeve and wiped the tears from his face, his eyes became determined.

He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then Tong Wenjie asked in a hoarse voice: "Who is the murderer?

Who killed my mother?"

Princess Sheng An looked at Tong Wenjie now, thinking that he still had some blood in him, so she said softly, "I don't know, I just asked someone to invite Governor Lu to come over.

Then you will know who killed your mother."

Tong Wenjie sneered: "Haha, Princess Sheng'an is so cowardly now. Even if you don't say it, I can guess that the person who killed my mother must be that bitch Li Yue'er.

My mother has always been kind to others and never made enemies. She has been bedridden for many years. The imperial doctors have diagnosed that even if she is well taken care of, she can only live for three to five years at most. The damn Li Yue'er, she just sees my mother occupying the position of the main wife and is an eyesore to her. But my mother didn't have much time to live anyway, so why can't she give her a few more years? "

When talking about Li Yue'er, Tong Wenjie's eyes were filled with hatred and his teeth were chattering. He gently grasped Du Sanniang's cold hand and tears flowed out like a dam breaking.

"Mother, rest in peace! Your son will definitely seek justice for you and will never let your death be in vain..." His voice trembled, full of grief and determination.