She married a dying prince and she won three babies.

Chapter 548 Believers Riot

After hearing Chunhua's report outside the door, Yu Yuanzheng understood what was going on.

Shangguan Ziqi just frowned and continued to sleep.

I went to bed too late last night and didn’t get enough sleep.

"Chunhua, don't bother with it. You have to go and do your work."

Every day, the bishop would get up early and go to church to pray.

But today the day had already dawned and the bishop still hadn't gotten up.

Martin, the personal attendant, carried a copper basin and gently pushed open the door of the bishop's bedroom.

As a result, I saw that the bishop was still sleeping peacefully.

Seeing that the adult was sleeping so soundly, Martin felt reluctant to disturb him, but he remembered what the adult had told him before, that if he overslept, he must wake him up and not let God know that he was lazy.

Martin put down the copper basin and went to the bedside.

"Sir, sir, it's already daylight." Martin called out twice in a low voice.

But the adult didn't respond at all. He called a few more times, but still didn't wake him up.

He reached out and pushed again, and this time he found that the adult's body was so hard.

When I touched it again, why was the adult's body cold?

The discovery terrified him.

He put his hand on the adult's face again, and it was even colder.

Only then did he notice that the adult wasn't breathing at all and his body was stiff.

died?

died!

"The bishop has gone to see God?" Martin murmured.

"The bishop is dead!" Martin came to his senses and screamed in fear.

Then he turned around and ran out, not even caring about kicking the basin of water over.

His cry woke up the entire mansion.

He ran and shouted, "The Bishop is dead!"

The news spread like wildfire.

In less than an hour, the square in front of the cathedral was filled with kneeling believers crying bitterly.

An old woman with a wrinkled face hit the ground with her forehead, and blood flowed down her wrinkled cheeks.

A young man was crying bitterly and praying non-stop while crying.

In the crowd, a burly man with a face full of flesh raised his arms and shouted, "Those Orientals must have used witchcraft to kill the Bishop."

What happened in the palace yesterday had already spread, so some fanatical believers believed the bishop's judgment that those foreigners were indeed witches.

The riots escalated rapidly.

At noon, thousands of angry believers, holding crosses and icons, rushed towards the palace.

The stones hit the palace gate with a dull thud. The guards nervously gripped their spears but did not dare to attack the fanatical believers.

"Burn the heretics!"

"The king must punish the murderer severely!"

"The foreigners are wizards."

"Kill them."

……

Various calls are heard everywhere.

In front of the window on the second floor of the embassy, ​​Yu Yuanzheng clutched the curtains tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Shangguan Ziqi appeared silently behind her, with a cold smile on his lips.

“It seems the effect is better than expected.”

Yu Yuanzheng turned around abruptly. "Is this a good thing? The palace is almost overturned! Who knows, those believers might come to the embassy soon and confront us directly."

"Don't worry, these people have no weapons. It will be easy for our guards to deal with these believers."

"I hope they still have some sense and don't cause trouble for us."

Shangguan Ziqi slowly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yu Yuanzheng: "The king is more anxious than we are. I guess he has wanted to get rid of the bishop for a long time."

The two had just chatted for a few words when a group of thugs rushed towards the embassy.

The embassy guards immediately raised their spears to resist.

As soon as the king learned that the believers were causing trouble, he sent more than a hundred soldiers to guard the embassy.

It can be seen that the king has great trust in Yu Yuanzheng's medical skills.

He would not allow anyone to hurt Yu Yuanzheng and the others.

"Look, we don't even have to do anything, the king's men have stopped these maniacs." Shangguan Ziqi was very satisfied with the king's actions.

It was worth it for his wife to save him.

Yu Yuanzheng also saw that the guards were fighting hard, blocking the madmen who wanted to break in and not letting anyone in.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and Jack rushed in in a panic: "Your Majesty, Princess, the King urgently summons you."

"Let's go. We can't cause trouble for the king. We have to make some excuses." Shangguan Ziqi shrugged indifferently.

When the couple arrived at the gate of the embassy, ​​the thugs saw them coming out and rushed over like crazy as if they had been injected with chicken blood. As a result, Qingfeng and the other ten guards knocked everyone to the ground.

The two of them left the embassy smoothly. Jack drove the car himself at a very fast speed, fearing that the believers would catch up with them.

When they arrived at the palace, the heavy atmosphere in the meeting hall was almost frozen.

The king tapped his fingers lightly on the gilded armrests, his eyes sweeping over every minister present.

Inquisitor Marcus stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, those Orientals must be arrested immediately. Give an explanation to these many monks."

The king's eyes were sharp as he slowly shook his head. "Mr. Marcus, do you have any evidence? The attendants and doctors have confirmed that the bishop died of natural causes."

"But the believers won't believe it. They need an outlet to vent their anger, otherwise it will be difficult to appease the public anger." An adult's beard trembled with excitement.

The king's eyes fell on Yu Yuanzheng who had just entered: "What do you think, Princess?"

Yu Yuanzheng stepped forward, her skirt fluttering lightly. "Open autopsy."

The voice was cold and unquestionable.

There was an uproar in the meeting hall.

Marcus's face turned pale. "How can this be? The Bishop is a messenger of God. How can his body be desecrated?"

"But it can put the rumors to rest." Yu Yuanzheng's voice was clear and calm. "If it was a natural death, it would prove our innocence. If it was a murder, we must find out the truth."

How could the method taught by Yu Yuanzheng leave any clues?

Shangguan Ziqi was a martial artist, so manipulating a small silver needle was no problem for him.

With Esteria's current technology, finding out the cause of death is harder than climbing to the sky.

The king's eyes flashed with admiration, and he turned to the captain of the palace guards and said, "Go and call Pastor Samuel."

The tall and thin Pastor Samuel arrived soon and was silent for a long time after hearing the request.

"According to canon law, the bishop's body should not be touched by pagans, but to calm the situation, we are willing to make an exception. This is also for the bishop's sake. His cause of death must be made public. We cannot wrongly accuse an innocent person, nor can we let the real murderer go free."

Yu Yuanzheng raised her eyebrows after hearing what this person said.

This person should be of the same blood as the king.

It is estimated that he will be the next bishop.

Marcus was speechless.

Pastor Samuel has always been fair and just and has a high reputation among the people.

The decision was made quickly.

A public autopsy will be held in the cathedral at noon tomorrow, presided over by Samuel, with the royal physician, the church's chief medical officer and Yu Yuanzheng participating.

On the carriage back to the embassy, ​​Shangguan Ziqi suddenly said, "That Samuel is not simple."

Yu Yuanzheng recalled the pastor's deep and unfathomable eyes: "What did you find?"

"I have a feeling he has some kind of back-up plan." Shangguan Ziqi looked out the window. "I'll go check it out tonight."

The night was as dark as ink, and two dark shadows sneaked into the church silently.

Shangguan Ziqi and Qingfeng came to the cathedral like a fallen leaf, found the residence of Pastor Samuel, stuck to the window, and saw through the gap that he was receiving a visitor.

Shangguan Ziqi had seen this visitor before in the palace, but he did not know his identity.

"Is the poison ready?" Pastor Samuel asked calmly.