“Has the body already been examined? What did the coroner say?”

The corpse had been left in the cellar of the North Prison, as when the weather heated up, it remained freezing. Yan Xiaohan didn’t shun the uncleanliness of examining the body for himself. The dead Golden Crow Guard was extremely thin, his face bloodless and eyes dark; not at all like an Imperial Guard that trained every day, but more like a Don that had his health deteriorate from going out carousing every night.