Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1002 - 599: The Iron-Faced Chief Constable (Part 2)
Fu Zhuo’s face turned cold and he reprimanded in a low voice: "Ignorant! This person has hands, feet, and a shadow, and a warm body, how could they be a ghost! The Imperial Court despises superstitions about evil spirits and ghosts. Speak recklessly again, and don’t blame the Yamen for arresting you for a proper trial!"
The crowd fell silent immediately.
"Please, miss, tell us your name and why you are floating on the water. If someone has harmed you, you can speak directly, and if not, please leave quickly."
Fu Zhuo’s tone was always cold and stern, devoid of any emotion.
Song Dao unconsciously shivered upon hearing it, let alone others, but the person leaning against the willow tree turned to glance at him and said faintly, "Sui Yi."
Then, step by step, she held onto each tree as she walked away.
The pace was slow.
The rest did not dare approach, and they had to leave under the urging of the government officers. Those young gentlemen watched from afar but dared not come forward due to their customary fear and respect for Fu Zhuo.
"Brother Song, Brother Song, she left!"
They called out to Song Dao, who frowned and bowed apologetically to Fu Zhuo, "I’ve long admired your case-solving skills, Lord Fu. Seeing it today, it’s indeed swift and decisive, living up to its reputation. I deeply respect you, and in the future, I will surely visit you to befriend you. I wonder if you would honor me with your presence..."
Just as he finished speaking, Fu Zhuo glanced at him, "Which eye of yours saw me solve a case today?"
Hahaha!
The adjacent public officials burst into laughter.
A companion beside Song Dao’s face turned dark, about to scold but was stopped by Song Dao. He smiled awkwardly, "No harm, no harm. Although it wasn’t exactly a case, one can see an article from the details."
"The few of you, go back and continue your duties; patrol the vicinity to see if anyone is taking advantage to cause trouble," Fu Zhuo coldly ordered, without sparing Song Dao a glance as he turned to leave.
"Master, this person is too unaware of good and bad. Don’t they realize your status, which is..."
Song Dao chuckled lightly, "He doesn’t know, but even if he did, what would change? I have a feeling that even if he knew, there would be no change."
Um, the master seems to have a very good impression of this Fu Zhuo.
But why is this Fu Zhuo leaving alone?
"Master, I reckon that Fu Zhuo seems to be chasing after that Female Ghost... She looked quite beautiful; maybe he..."
The companion mumbled, and Song Dao frowned as well.
At the time, Fu Zhuo had already spotted the woman lying by the edge of the grass.
He paused, stepped forward, picked her up, and leapt into Lin Zhong.
This scene caught the eyes of Song Dao and his companion rushing from behind.
The companion immediately labeled Fu Zhuo as pretty on the outside, wanting to take advantage of the Female Ghost...
Song Dao felt uneasy. Could Fu Zhuo really be such a person?
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In a secluded pavilion at the foot of a green mountain, the morning light was bright, shining into the room, falling softly, gently on the face of the person lying on the bed.
Outside the room, someone was preparing medicine, one motion after another.
This rhythmic sound was pleasing to the ears.
Sui Yi listened for a while, and after a bit, the person outside came in. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"Awake? How long before you can get out of bed? I don’t have much time to take care of you."
This was probably the most inconsiderate voice Sui Yi had ever heard. Most people in the past admired her, rarely being so blunt.
"Sorry to trouble you; I can manage on my own."
Fu Zhuo glanced at Sui Yi, poured the prepared herbal medicine from the pot into a bowl, and set it beside the bed, speaking indifferently, "I couldn’t diagnose the sickness and injuries on your body. Seeing your weak state, I could only buy some medicine for replenishing blood and dispersing clots. Drink three times daily, do not disrupt, and avoid consuming bloody seafood. As for your clothes, I didn’t change them. There are men’s clothes beside you, and you can change by yourself."
After saying this, he was about to leave.
"Thank you."
"But may I ask, where is this place..."
What year, month, and day is today~~
Sui Yi hadn’t blended into the local script of the memory loss trope from TV dramas,
since she had just examined the simplistic arrangement of the room and the man’s attire.
Playing a role?
No, her Magnetic Sensation detected that everything here was ancient, the magnetic energy color dating back approximately a thousand to fifteen hundred years.
From her experience, she could roughly pinpoint it to around thirteen or fourteen hundred years.
Based on the man’s clothing and the style of articles in the room...
It must be the Sui Dynasty.
She had unexpectedly come to the Sui Dynasty.
This man was still a member of the Government Office.
Could government officials in the Sui Dynasty possess such strong Inner Strength?
Is this the real history?
Sui Yi was puzzled, but the only thing she couldn’t figure out was the geographical location of this place.
Fu Zhuo didn’t find Sui Yi’s question strange, given that she had been in a coma before.
Asking where she was upon waking is a human instinct.
"It’s a small house in the willow forest on the eastern side of Qiantang Lake. This was my former residence. Due to your unknown origin and being a female, it was unsuitable to bring you to my home, so I brought you here."
"Thank you," Sui Yi thanked him again.
Fu Zhuo glanced at Sui Yi, frowned slightly, and said, "Judging from your attire, you should be of the Western Regions Hu people. With the current national turmoil, many warlords are rising, and someone dressed like you will be seen as an outsider, potentially causing me trouble, which I wish to avoid."
Sui Yi said nothing, but noted silently that this man’s behavior seemed quite contradictory—cold and avoiding trouble, yet willing to save her, not seeking credit, occasionally attentive, but handling matters sharply...
"National turmoil?" Sui Yi recalled how the public officials referred to the state, thinking it seemed like a sign of the end of the dynasty.
The end of the Sui Dynasty?
Fu Zhuo didn’t respond, merely observing Sui Yi, "Are you from the Demon Sect or Cihang?"
Huh? Demon Sect? Cihang?
What on earth?
Why did it sound so incongruous, as if she had stumbled into something strange?
Sui Yi was just about to ask whether it was the period of Emperor Yang of Sui, Yang Guang, or Emperor Gong of Sui, Yang You.
But suddenly, she heard that question.
So, she was stunned. (I know you think I’m being melodramatic ~~ but this is a dream within my heart, and it won’t be that simple. Keep reading.) (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)
