Chapter 828: Chapter 828 A Corpse Hanging Above the Entrance of Prince Pu’s Mansion

That night, when Xuexue returned from outside, it was already the dead of night.

Zi Xia had been waiting up for her to return before she could go back to her room to rest with peace of mind.

Early Morning the next day, the entire Capital was in an uproar.

Because a corpse was hanging in front of Prince Pu’s Mansion. It was said that a Night Watchman, an old man, was the first to discover it.

Before dawn even broke, the old Night Watchman’s screams shook the entire street, as people dressed and came out to see…

The old Night Watchman was seen collapsed on the ground with panic written all over his face. Yelling out, he stared at the space above Prince Pu’s Mansion’s gate in horror.

Following his gaze, everyone saw a corpse hanging above the gate of Prince Pu’s Mansion. Since it wasn’t fully light outside, in the dimness of the night, it was quite terrifying.

On seeing this, the crowd too was tremendously shocked.

This is terrible, there’s been a death!

And right in front of Prince Pu’s Mansion’s gate–everyone instantly started buzzing with conversation, speculating with each other.

People from Prince Pu’s Mansion, upon hearing the noise, came out to find the entrance already crowded with onlookers.

The steward, not knowing what had happened, thought someone had come to create trouble, and was quite angry.

“What are you all doing here so early in the morning, making a commotion in front of the Prince’s Mansion? How is that proper behavior?” The steward demanded fiercely, glaring at the crowd.

But the crowd ignored his scolding, continuing to point at the space above Prince Pu’s Mansion’s gate.

“You Unruly People are really too much,” the steward fumed.

The two servants behind him, holding lanterns, looked up following where everyone pointed, and were immediately stunned.

“Steward, steward,” the servants said with a voice full of panic.

“What now?” The steward turned around, asking impatiently.

“Ther…ther…there’s been an incident.”

The steward turned his head and finally saw the corpse hanging in front of Prince Pu’s Mansion’s gate, and was taken aback.

“What… what happened?” In a panic, the steward turned back to ask the onlooking crowd.

Everyone shook their heads: “We don’t know either. We were still in bed when we heard the old Night Watchman’s shouts, so we ran out to look.”

The steward was dying of anxiety inside. What on earth had happened?

“Quick, quick, bring him down at once. It’s such bad luck, dying there is no good. Why die in front of our Prince’s Mansion?” muttered the steward.

Several servants clumsily took down the corpse that was hanging in front of the gate.

Upon a closer look, the steward felt something familiar about the body. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhang San’s corpse, which shocked him deeply. This damn ghost’s body had been thrown to the wilds. Even if he wasn’t eaten by wolves, he shouldn’t be able to come back on his own, let alone hang in front of Prince Pu’s Mansion–had it really seen a ghost?

“Steward, should we report this to the officials?” a servant asked.

The steward was well aware of the cause of Zhang San’s death.

“What report? Even if we have to report, we must inform the Prince first.” The steward was in turmoil, unsure if the Prince would blame him for the mishap.

“But we can’t just leave the body here, it’s not good for the image of our Prince’s Mansion,” the servant mumbled.

The steward would have liked to deal with the body unnoticed, but under the watchful eyes of the public, they had to avoid suspicion.

“Just put it aside for now. Let’s wait until the Prince is awake before we decide. After all, he died right in front of our gate, ah! What terrible luck,” said the steward pretending to be helpless.

Then, shaking his head, he walked slowly back to the Prince’s Mansion.

Out of sight, the steward hurried his steps. The sudden appearance of Zhang San’s body at his doorstep, who knew who could be behind it, he had to quickly inform the Prince, so that he could think of a strategy.