Xu Qing did not care whether the County Captain would step down or even whether the emperor's surname was Zhao.
But if he lost his connections with the Government Office's Coroner's Office because of a case, it would be unforgivable.
Linhe Government Office was one of his important sources for bodies. In a few months, it would be time for the autumn executions, and there would be a year's worth of excellent corpses waiting for him to collect and examine.
If he lost this channel, it would be like cutting off one of his arms. How could he possibly sit by and do nothing?
Carefully flipping through the case files and on-site autopsy records, Xu Qing had not finished reading before he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
"Was Old Madam Cao once a steward of the Sixteen Salt Gangs?"
