Bai Zhi'er watched as the palace attendants moved the flowers to the outer corridor.
Meanwhile, on Prime Minister Wen's face, there was an invisible air of health. Indeed, the color shifted from dark to light, looking much better!
Only then did the little one feel at ease.
In her soft, milky voice, she asked, "Uncle Wen, if I want to investigate a murder case that happened a year ago, is there still a chance?"
"Both parties involved in the murder case have already passed away, and the only witness is injured and in a coma."
Prime Minister Wen furrowed his brows and replied, "Since it's a murder case, the Princess can request the local government's archive and check the records from that time."
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, "What if the government has no records?"
Prime Minister Wen was taken aback, "Could it be that it wasn't reported to the officials?"
The little one shook her head, "Maybe it was reported, but the government didn't handle it."
