From the day she left home, the young miss of the Qin family always had loyal and earnest servants by her side to protect her in secret. This answer wasn't all that surprising. Even Qin Sang had always wondered if her father had made such arrangements.
But after a year and two months, and more than four hundred days, Qin Sang had made these guesses. She'd even purposely probed when she was bored, but she'd never made any discoveries.
It wasn't until now that Ku Zhu walked directly in front of her and told her that she knew all of this. But even so, she still couldn't figure out if Ku Zhu had done anything for her in secret during these four hundred days.
Now that Ku Zhu had finally shown himself, it was clear that the matter at hand was no small matter. In order to not cause any more unnecessary trouble, Ku Zhu no longer handled matters in secret. Instead, he'd stood out to give Qin Sang an explanation.
This was the result Qin Sang wanted, and it was what she was working hard to achieve.
But when she heard that Ling Ziyan was dead and that this was already a fact, other than shock, she didn't feel much relief.
She had to kill Ling Ziyan, but that didn't mean she was willing to kill Ling Ziyan.
Ku Zhu acting on her behalf was perhaps the best result …
Qin Sang was silent. Ku Zhu stood quietly to the side.
"Who … was she with in the end?" Qin Sang asked after a while.
"Lu Ping and Su Tang," Ku Zhu replied. He clearly knew a lot of things. He could easily name Lu Ping and Su Tang.
"What about them?" Qin Sang was startled. Ku Zhu had probably dealt with these two minor characters who'd gotten in the way and didn't have any background. This was really …
He'd had no choice but to kill Ling Ziyan. It was regrettable.
As for Lu Ping and Su Tang, to tell the truth, Qin Sang didn't feel much enmity towards them.
"Their injuries aren't light, but they should be fine for now." Ku Zhu's reply made Qin Sang sigh in relief.
"What's the situation in Xiabong Castellan?" Qin Sang's face was covered with a layer of frost when she asked about this.
"Them?" Ku Zhu's emotions didn't fluctuate at all. "They don't have any special intentions."
"No special meaning?" Qin Sang looked at Ku Zhu in surprise. She couldn't believe that he couldn't see through the ulterior motives.
"How can this be called no special meaning? They …" Qin Sang, who was feeling suffocated in her heart, suddenly flared up. Seeing Ku Zhu's calm expression, she suddenly understood what he meant.
There was really no special meaning to it, because at that time there were countless people who harbored the same intentions as Xiabong Castellan. If there was no such intention, then it could truly be considered as having a "special intention."
"What are you going to do?" Qin Sang asked.
"Report to the patriarch. Let him decide," Ku Zhu said.
Qin Sang fell silent again. She could hear the implications of these words. The meaning was: for Qin Sang, this matter would end here, and she wouldn't ask about it in the future.
But her mood couldn't end here. There was helplessness, grievance, unwillingness, and indignation.
Most of all, there was a deep helplessness.
She had always been proud of her Qin Family bloodline, but this time, she deeply felt the sorrow contained in this bloodline that she was so proud of.
She didn't want Ling Ziyan to die, but the family's thousand years of accumulation couldn't tolerate even the slightest bit of negligence. Ling Ziyan could only die.
All she could do was do what she was most unwilling to do. Although in the end, someone had done it for her, this wasn't something to be happy about.
"Where is she?" Qin Sang suddenly asked. In reality, it couldn't be called a "person." More accurately, it was a corpse, but Qin Sang unconsciously avoided using this word.
Ku Zhu pointed. Qin Sang turned her head. It was the direction she had come from.
"I'll go see." Qin Sang stepped out. Ku Zhu stood where he was and didn't move. His eyes seemed to glance in a certain direction intentionally or unintentionally.
"He sensed us."
"As expected of Ku Zhu."
Not too far away, two people sat by a window on the third floor of a building. They seemed to have casually picked a window seat with a good view to drink tea. No one looked out of the window, but they began to discuss Bitter Bamboo's seemingly unintentional glance.
"I knew it wouldn't be so simple." Liang Zheng sighed, but his expression didn't seem too dejected. He even raised his hand and waved in the direction of Ku Zhu.
Ku Zhu hadn't been staring in this direction, but after Liang Zheng waved his hand, he bowed slightly as if in greeting. But then, he quickly strode away and quickly disappeared.
Liang Zheng picked up his teacup and took a sip. His gaze returned to the table. A hollow pen lay silently. The contents had already been taken out. The page was filled with hastily scrawled handwriting.
"This is Xiabong Castellan's suicide letter. Their rule is that people can die, but things can't." Although the person across from Liang Zheng was also sitting, his buttocks were less than three inches off the bench. He looked like he was sitting, but he was actually squatting. His body was tense, as if he would rush out and fight to the death at any moment.
Qin Sang had a loyal and reliable Ku Zhu by her side. Liang Zheng, who was also a descendant of the four great clans, also had people by his side. However, compared to Ku Zhu's secret protection, his attendants were at his disposal at any time. Su Yunlong and You Xin were just two immature youths who had just defected. They weren't enough for him to rely on them.
"A city lord who lives in a remote corner of the city is quite ambitious!" Liang Zheng sighed casually. Clearly, he wasn't too interested in Xiabong Castellan. What he looked at more seriously was the suicide letter. It recorded the process of Xiabong Castellan's secret agent and Lu Ping's direct confrontation, as well as some of their judgments and feelings.
"If it weren't for those two, they would have had a great chance of succeeding," the attendant said.
"That's why I'm more interested in those two. What's the investigation on them?" Liang Zheng said as he looked at the suicide letter.
"Their origins are unknown," the attendant replied.
"Oh?" This was the first time Liang Zheng had heard the attendant's investigation report on Lu Ping and Su Tang. After all, it had only been two days since he'd known them. Orders were given, instructions were completed, and reports were reported. The so-called efficiency that Xiabong Castellan was proud of was not lacking in Liang Zheng at all.
"The dean of Zhenfeng College, Guo Youdao, went on a trip and brought back the two of them. All the information about them is from three years ago, which is when they were brought back to Zhenfeng College by Guo Youdao. There's nothing before that," the attendant reported.
"The only possible clue is probably on Guo Youdao?" Liang Zheng said.
"I think so too, so I've already sent people to keep an eye on Guo Youdao. Now I want to ask the third young master, what kind of attitude should we take towards this Guo Youdao?" the attendant said.
"There's no rush. Someone will have a strong stance on them soon," Liang Zheng said.
"Xiabong Castellan!" the attendant said.
"Of course."
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