On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2264 An Identical Face Appears on the Street

"Manager Zhou, you must explain yourself clearly today! Why exactly are you trying to smear the Prince and Princess?"

More and more people realized what was happening and began to loudly question "Zhou Zhenghang," their faces filled with anger.

Those who had just felt sympathy for him now looked at him with disdain and disgust.

Seeing the crowd's anger rising and realizing he was about to lose control, Zhou Zhenghang knew he was in trouble. He quickly stood up from his chair, waved his hands repeatedly, and tried to explain urgently.

"Fellow villagers, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! That's not what I meant at all. I was just... just making a casual guess. After all, I did hear the words 'Prince's Mansion.' I had no other intentions and absolutely no intention of slandering the Prince and Princess!"

"Then what do you mean?" Cui Chong's voice rang out at the right time, interrupting his explanation.

Cui Chong's gaze remained sharp, fixed on him, giving him no chance to be vague.

Zhou Zhenghang was speechless when asked the question. He opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer.

He couldn't very well say that he had deliberately framed the person, so he could only stammer, "I... I just felt that perhaps the Prince had some leads. After all, the Prince's mansion is powerful and well-informed..."

"No need for further explanation." Cui Chong interrupted him coldly, his tone tinged with impatience. "Since you don't believe me, then this constable will show you with your own eyes."

After saying that, Cui Chong raised his hand, clapped his hands in the direction behind him, and said loudly, "Someone come here!"

Everyone turned around curiously to look, and saw two officers carrying a door panel. A white sheet covered the panel, and from the outline, it was clear that a person was lying underneath.

The sunlight shone on the white sheet, reflecting a dazzling light.

All eyes were fixed on the door panel, their faces filled with curiosity and tension, wondering who was underneath.

The door panel was lifted close and gently placed on the bluestone pavement.

Cui Chong held the knife with both hands, his gaze fixed on "Zhou Zhenghang's" face: "The evidence is here, what else do you have to say?"

In the crowd, the maid huddled behind several women, her heart inexplicably pounding from the moment the door panel appeared.

But then I thought about it again. When the assassin came back last night, he clearly said that everything was taken care of, and that the disguise mask was the only one of its kind in the world. Wearing it on the face of "Zhou Zhenghang" in front of me, there was absolutely no way he could be recognized.

Cui Chong's reluctance to lift the white cloth must mean he has no real evidence and is just trying to trick "Zhou Zhenghang"!

Thinking of this, the maid raised her voice: "Officer Cui, words alone are not enough. Show us the corpse and let us all see! Is it really Manager Zhou?"

Cui Chong's gaze swept over them instantly, his eyes sharp as knives.

The maidservant felt a chill run down her spine, shrank back behind the person, and lowered her head.

But she had already fallen into Bee Whistle's eyes.

Bee Whistle's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he gently waved his hand to his side.

Two bodyguards dressed in ordinary civilian clothes immediately understood. They moved slowly from both sides, silently approaching the maid's hiding place. Their eyes were locked on her, waiting for a command to make their move.

Zhou Zhenghang was completely unaware of this, and he felt relieved.

The maid's words were exactly what he wanted to hear.

He nodded slightly, following the maid's words, and put on a feigned magnanimous expression: "That's right, Officer Cui, why don't you lift up the white cloth and let this humble subject take a look?"

"It's truly astonishing that there could be someone in this world with the same name and face as me, who even died in prison."

Looking at his confident demeanor, Cui Chong curled up a cold smile, naturally guessing his plans.

"Alright, then let me show you properly, so you'll be convinced!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui rushed forward, raised his arm, and with a swift and decisive movement, ripped off the white sheet on the door.

The white sheet drifted to the side, revealing the corpse underneath.

At that moment, the crowd seemed to be muted, falling silent instantly, before erupting into a tremendous uproar.

"My God! This... isn't this Manager Zhou?"

"It really is him! It's Zhou Zhenghang from Baixing Teahouse!"

"Who are those two standing there? Two Manager Zhous?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the corpse on the door panel, then turned to look at "Zhou Zhenghang," their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

Some people rubbed their eyes hard, muttering "I've seen a ghost"; others moved even closer, carefully comparing the corpse with "Zhou Zhenghang's" face, and the more they looked, the more identical they seemed.

Zhou Zhenghang's eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted slightly, and his composure vanished, replaced by deep astonishment and panic.

He stared at the corpse on the door panel, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

How could this be?

The corpse's face was exactly the same as the mask he was wearing!

Miaoqin clearly stated that the mask is unique!

Inside the green-canopied carriage not far away, Yan Ruyu watched the chaos on the street, a smile flashing in her eyes. She turned to Huo Changhe and said in a relaxed tone, "It seems that Beibei's skills never disappoint."

Huo Changhe smiled slightly and nodded gently: "It's just a mask. It's very easy for Beibei to make a copy."

They thought they held the only bargaining chip, unaware that they had already fallen into our trap.

Cui Chong stared at "Zhou Zhenghang" and slowly asked, "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

When Zhou Zhenghang came to his senses, a fine layer of sweat had already seeped out from his forehead.

Don't panic right now; if you lose your composure, it's all over.

He forced himself to remain calm, frowned, and said with a hint of disbelief and doubt in his voice, "This... is truly bizarre!"

"It's unbelievable that there are people in the whole world who look so alike; no wonder Officer Cui mistook them."

“In the days since I was kidnapped, things have been unpredictable. Perhaps he got into trouble during this time, was sent to prison, and eventually died.”

Cui Chong let out a short, cold laugh, his eyes filled with even more mockery.

He did not refute, but raised his hand and gently flicked a small sachet hanging at his waist.

A tiny white powder escaped from the sachet, creating a wisp of very faint fragrance that was almost invisible. Only a faint, delicate scent drifted out and quickly dissipated into the air.

The fragrance was very faint, and most of the onlookers did not notice it. Only Zhou Zhenghang, who was closest, could vaguely smell the fragrance.

At first he didn’t pay attention, but after a while he felt a slight itch on his face and neck.

The itch became more and more pronounced. It wasn't an intense itch, but it was incredibly bothersome, making him want to reach out and scratch it.