Be liked by him. (Part Two)
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The capital’s government office.
The local magistrate of capital was a plump, white-faced man who was sitting in his office, fighting drowsiness. Yesterday, he had received a report that a restaurant owner was decapitated by a drunken guest. It was a bloody scene, but because it happened very late yesterday, the officer of the court asked to address the case tomorrow, so the case was postponed to this morning.
The local magistrate yawned, very low in energy.
There were always numerous cases of drunken guests causing trouble and killing the owner every year. Being under alcohol’s influence, people were prone to acting on impulse and doing the unthinkable. So, only new officers, still ignorant, would be surprised by this kind of case.
He asked the petty officer, “Has anyone submitted/mentioned any prior notice about last night’s murder yet?”
Prior notice was a sign from influential officials of the capital coming over with meaningful glances and subtle hints. This was the capital, the capital city! With officials everywhere! When handing a case, what they feared the most was people with connections. If they failed to handle it properly and offend people they should not, someone would hinder their career in the future. Therefore, they usually had to check whether there was any notice from a powerful individual before they determined how to handle the case.
The low-level official answered, “I did not see any significant identity or background, and no one gave prior notice. This was just a restaurant owner.”
This put the local magistrate at ease. “If that is the case, summon the relatives of the deceased and witnesses of the plaintiff.”
The local magistrate walked leisurely towards the courtroom, still yawning incessantly. The lives of ordinary people were not worth mentioning in this bustling capital. His willingness to hear the case so quickly could already have him labeled diligent. However, before he reached the court, a runner suddenly ran over and knelt down before him, “S-sir!”
The local magistrate frowned and said, “Why are you in such a flustered state? This is unacceptable behavior.”
The runner showed a look of fear. “There is a carriage parked outside the building, it looks to b-be the ca-carriage of the Prince Regent!”
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Next to them was the body of the deceased that was brought in, covered with a white cloth. After a hot and humid night, the stench of decomposition could be detected.
“Your Ro-royal Highness!” A voice came from outside the court. The local magistrate hurried forward, holding the hem of his blue official uniform up with one hand and almost stumbling.
But as soon as his voice reached the front hall, an attendant stopped him while shaking his head, putting his index finger to his lips, “Shh.”
The local magistrate’s forehead was full of sweat and just as he was about to kneel down in front of a very tall man in scarlet royal outfit standing in the crowd, he was helped up by an attendant. “Don’t, Sir, you are in charge of this government office, you do not need to kneel.”
Lin Bozhou nodded in his direction. With the white gauze over his eyes, he was obviously unable to see anyone. Someone brought a chair over and he sat down with one hand steadying himself on it. He said, “Sir, do as you should in the courtroom, and don’t mind this Regent.”
The local magistrate’s heart was pounding in his chest. He nodded quickly, took the papers and read them word for word, re-examining the reason behind the murder and then at the witnesses in the record.
“According to what was written on the official lawsuit form, a witness saw the murderer’s face. Where is the witness?”
Meng Huan took a step forward. “Here.”
The local magistrate was barely able to compose himself, “Please speak honestly.”
Meng Huan recalled, “When I passed by the crime scene yesterday, I saw a strange man carrying a bundle dripping with blood. I heard from the crowd that a group of outlanders dragged the owner outside the inn and cut off his head amidst their laughter. Then they picked up the head to ridicule it and then carried it away .”
The cruelty of the execution made people’s hair stand up, feeling that these outlanders were not humans.
“When I saw blood dripping from the bundle, I went to chase him. I saw the man’s face as he jumped over the wall to escape, and I also got the deceased’s head back.”
The relatives of the deceased cried bitterly, “Begging the lord to act!”
The local magistrate was deep in thought. In the end, it was a brutal drunken homicide case, without any complicated twists and turns about injustice. So now, he just needed to seize these murderers and call it a day.
He gestured to the painter standing to the side. “Record the face of the murderer. May the witness please describe how he looks.”
Meng Huan recalled the scene last night in his mind.
In the rainstorm, the image of the middle-aged man’s face suddenly illuminated against the lightning, his fierce facial features, stone-cold eyes, the calmness from being accustomed to murder, brought to mind a soldier rather than an ordinary person.
The painter to the side readied his brush and ink. The portraits of wanted criminals in ancient times were all painted by this group of people. They may not have seen the real face, but they could paint it out with relative accuracy, except that their stationery and linework were rougher.
Meng Huan stumbled over the descriptions, and what was painted was always different from what he remembered. At that moment, he felt that it was from the lack of adjectives in his vocabulary and could not hold back from saying, “Why don’t I paint it?”
“The distinguished one can draw?” The local magistrate was surprised.
This youth with a fresh and handsome appearance standing in front of him had fair skin and an inspirational clarity to his face that made people think of a stream under a clear summer sky. It made anyone want to protect his pureness, and not dare to have any wild intentions toward him.
The local magistrate secretly glanced at the quiet Prince Regent. This divine being was obviously here to accompany the youth to bear witness by just sitting on the side and giving him courage.
Then as expected, the youth in front of him was the male consort who had caused a great disturbance in the capital not long ago when he was promoted to the Prince Regent’s main wife.
After the story got around, people whispered all sorts of rumors.
—The Prince Regent remained unmarried for so long because he had this kind of special interest?
—What kind of gifted, gorgeous talent could this man be?
—Sigh, that is one way to become rich and prosperous. Sadly, I was not born good-looking…
After much discussion, everyone from the officials to the commoners were all curious about the male consort who conquered the Prince Regent. The local magistrate also could not resist looking repeatedly, until he heard a clear voice, “Can I have the brush?”
He quickly returned to his senses, “Give the brush to the witness.”
Meng Huan changed to a brush with a thinner tip and began to paint on the paper. His posture and strokes were different from that of ordinary painters, and the way he started his painting seemed strange. However, the painter cast his gaze and seemed to look astonished.
“What an exquisite painting style!”
Unlike the popular landscape paintings in the Zong Dynasty, the portrait was anatomically accurate, with dynamic posture, looking very much like a real person.
“Amazing, how remarkable!” The painter exclaimed in amazement.
With this painting, the murderer was clear at a glance.
As Meng Huan painted, the painter obviously recognized something, as he showed a severe expression.
As Meng Huan painted more and more, the tense atmosphere began to spread, leaving the courtroom quiet with the only noise being the sound of the brush moving.
When the painting was finally finished, the painter took the paper and presented it to the local magistrate. The two exchanged a look of surprise and turned their attention to Lin Bozhou together.
Lin Bozhou, who was sitting to the side drinking tea, didn’t say anything.
As the two men whispered among themselves, Meng Huan turned his head with confusion and asked, “Do you recognize something?”
The local magistrate said hesitantly, “There is something odd about this man’s attire. Despite the hot weather, he wore a hat, so he must have developed the habit of wearing a hat from growing up in a cold environment. He wore a combination of cloth and leather, which was due to his nomadic lifestyle making silk cloth too expensive to obtain. The band around his waist is used to bind knives and arrow pouches, and his split trousers are used for riding horses. This person is not Han Chinese, but from a nomadic ethnic group in the north. Judging from his clothing, he is more like someone from the northeastern Jurchen people.”
Currently my non fiction audiobook for commuting is “Genghis Khan and the making of the modern world” and finally I know who the Jurchen are… Buffer Tribe between Mongol empire and Song Dynasty. The Jurchen were taken over by the Mongols.
I know this is a serious atmosphere but like, imagine Meng Huan just drawing anime 😭 I’m taken back to the chapter where he was drawing self inserts of Lin Bozhou and him!
Hahaha anime would probably be more reasonable than my original worry – that there would be a warrant for the arrest of Mr Potato Head 😄. They wouldn’t be able to argue because 1) his Prince Regent husband is in the court room and 2) husband couldn’t see what Meng Huan painted.
You people of little faith 😭😂 when HuanHuan started drawing, I thought that it’s just right, that he can draw, if the poor guy doesn’t have the brains, at least let him have the talent 😭
😄 good point! I have said the same about my husband 😂
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