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=The Song Inquisitor=

=Episode 2=

My husband...

Bad news.

Take it easy.

(Madam Wangqian) My husband...

My husband...

My husband is dead because of you!

Today,

you shall join him in death!

You're insane!

You conspired with those from the theater,

and now you want me dead!

You will pay for this with your life!

Vile woman!

My husband!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

- My husband! - Stop it!

Stop!

What is this? How could you bury a woman alive?

What is going on here?

This actress was married

to our family as a concubine for good fortune.

But my husband died the next day

after meeting her.

Baron Wang and I

only met to discuss the matter of purchasing

my freedom.

If I wanted him dead,

I would've run away.

Cursed actress.

- You couldn't afford the payment! - Does it matter?

You can't bury her alive.

Lady, calm down.

You...

Why you...

Watch your steps.

The payment for my freedom.

As for the rest,

I'll pay you back, plus interest.

I bet you never wanted to pay us back.

It was all just a plot to take my husband's life!

I may be a low-born,

but I am not a murderer.

As for you,

you would have me buried in the ground over money

despite the fortune you already have.

You deserve the worst death!

Watch your mouth!

We'll pay you

what she owes.

But she is...

You accuse her of murder.

You should inform the authority.

Burying her

would've meant committing murder.

How about this?

I'll pay you the money she owes you

for her freedom.

(He Wenning) Thank you for saving me.

I have no money to my name.

But I will work and save up money

to pay you back.

I can give you a written promise.

It was just money.

Don't mention it.

Let's go.

Did you hear something just now?

We are investigating Deng Guang's case.

Don't get us into more trouble.

Deng Guang?

I saw Baron Wang buy some medicine

from Deng Guang.

What medicine?

Medicine meant for me.

Those two knew each other.

One is dead, the other is missing.

Are we supposed to just

take your word for it?

Watch your mouth.

Given the circumstances,

I bet you hate Baron Wang to the bones.

Yes.

I hate him.

I want him dead.

But what I hate more

is being the powerless actress

from the theater.

It seems

you were motivated.

Knock it off.

She is just a girl.

A girl is capable of killing too.

Taking a slap for me doesn't mean

you can slander me.

I am never one to harbor any grudges.

I settle it right on the spot.

You took a slap for me.

I'll pay you in double.

Since you won't believe me,

I'll join you in this investigation.

I will clear my name.

Take the joss papers. Use the money in afterlife.

Don't be curious of any opera.

The dark liquid smells like herbs.

According to Deng Guang,

he got a divine recipe.

Did he sell it to Baron Wang?

Many have come to him for the medicine.

He made quite a fortune.

If that's the case,

why is his house so rundown?

He lost it all to gambling.

Rat!

Just a dead rat. Get it together.

So,

what scares you?

The mind.

Because you can never

read another's mind.

The fur doesn't look damaged.

I doubt it was burned.

If my guess is right,

it died from poisoning.

We must check Baron Wang's grave.

(Dried grass covers Baron Wang's grave.)

Look at this.

Another dead rat.

The rat at Deng Guang's house was poisoned.

Perhaps Baron Wang was...

No way.

Someone dug up the soil here.

Hence, the grass dried.

There are some new rocks in the soil.

In other words,

Baron Wang's death

is more than a mystery.

What now?

If Inquisitor Song was here,

he'd examine the body again

to uncover the truth.

Are you out of your mind?

Where is the old gentleman?

(The late mother Zhao De)

It's not him.

It's our peers.

You could tell from that?

Did they not wash the paint

off their bodies?

They were wearing opera costumes

inside.

What would one come to a grave so late at night?

To perform a funerary opera?

Oh no.

The old man is in danger.

Zhao Zhiting.

Solving mysteries is just a hobby.

Your main job is a playwright.

There's no need to risk your life

for a hobby.

Someone's here!

A ghost!

You two, get it together!

You see what you fear.

You've never

committed heinous crimes.

No need to be afraid.

I'm afraid you could get us killed.

You know,

we started out in the troupe,

but

we've never sung.

What?

Even the Yellow River

becomes clear.

How can anyone never met any good fortune?

- Help! - Help!

- Help! - Help!

Help!

(Tomb of...) The living don't meddle with the dead,

The living don't meddle with the dead,

not unless they seek horror.

♪Under the moonlight, the landscape reappears♪

♪She weeps, tears falling like petals♪

♪People's hearts are unpredictable♪

♪No one knows who reveals their fangs♪

♪No time to wait for orders♪

♪Fearing villains might escape in an instant♪

♪With a shout, the loyal heart presses on♪

♪Halting hatred, pulling back from the brink♪

♪Parting ways amidst the great waves♪

♪Wandering to the ends of the earth♪

♪The road ahead lacks splendor♪

♪The clear sky and bright moon as witness♪

♪Long-held promises not forgotten♪

♪The world is like a grand dream of falling petals♪

♪Coming and going, long away from home♪

♪Justice and human hearts reside under heaven♪

♪Long and painful separation beyond sorrow♪

♪Weathering the winds and sands♪

♪Hand in hand through fleeting years♪

♪Those who share the path, chivalrous and eloquent♪

♪Accompany me as we make the world our home♪

♪I wish only for your unregretful smile♪

♪To roam freely between heaven and earth♪

♪Love remains, unbounded by distance♪

♪I, like a lotus petal, drift beneath the waters♪

♪Witnessing love and hate trampled underfoot♪

♪Too much sorrows and grievances throughout all times♪

♪Sadness in old age♪

♪Only then do we lose the attachment♪

♪Unwilling to feign any elegance♪

♪I lament how the landscape resembles a painting♪

♪I hope only to return♪

♪Beneath the clear and bright heavens♪

♪How can one distinguish truth from falsehood♪