Mo Yu asked, "Why do you need Wofu Zhexiu to speak?"
Zhou Tong replied, "Because no one believes that Chen Changsheng is colluding with the demons. The death of that Mount Li disciple can only make people doubt this, but it is not enough to shake their faith, unless Zhexiu admits that they did something."
As the youngest Principal of the Orthodox Academy in history, many people believed that Chen Changsheng was highly likely to become the next master of the Li Palace. The next Pope — there was no brighter future in this world. The demons simply could not offer better conditions, so he naturally had no reason to betray humanity and collude with the demons to do those things.
Mo Yu was quiet for a while, then asked, "Do you believe it?"
No matter how the entire continent evaluated Zhou Tong, no matter how cruel and terrifying Zhou Tong's methods were, everyone admitted that when it came to investigating cases, Zhou Tong was unparalleled.
"Whether I believe it or not has never been the most important thing. Evidence is the most important thing." Zhou Tong continued, "So I gave that wolf youth another month of time. In truth, that month of time was also given to me."
Mo Yu looked into his calm and tranquil eyes and asked, "Even if the military has a lot of objections to this?"
The corner of Zhou Tong's mouth twitched as he smiled. "You think I care about these things?"
Mo Yu mocked, "I've always wondered, besides the Empress, just what else do you care about?"
Zhou Tong did not respond to these rather disrespectful words. Instead, he said, "In truth, I still care about a few very interesting people and matters, like that dead Mount Li disciple. If I weren't sure that he was really dead, I would very much like to have him be my successor."
Mo Yu's expression changed. "Why?"
"I've rarely seen someone so ruthless to themselves. If they can be so ruthless to themselves, then presumably they have no love for this world. And this is the prerequisite for becoming my successor."
Zhou Tong obviously did not have any love for this world, and he did not even have the slightest bit of kindness. "Moreover, Liang Xiaoxiao's judgement of the general situation and his calculations of the situation were extremely accurate. He clearly understood that even his own death was not enough to drag Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu into the abyss, so in that performance outside the Garden of Zhou before his death, he very clearly divided Mount Li and the capital into two lines. Framing Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu was just something he did in passing. His true target was Mount Li, it was Su Li, and of course, there was also that girl called Qi Jian."
Upon hearing these words, Mo Yu suddenly felt her body grow somewhat cold. It turned out that Zhou Tong knew everything, understood everything very clearly. He knew that Qi Jian was Su Li's daughter, knew of the hatred in Liang Xiaoxiao's heart, knew that all of this was a scheme.
"So you knew everything …" She stared into Zhou Tong's eyes.
Zhou Tong ignored him and continued, "Many people need Chen Changsheng to collude with the demons, but Liang Xiaoxiao used the final move of the Mount Li Sword Style to kill himself. This is truly extraordinary."
Mo Yu said, "Then what do you think? Didn't you say that the most important thing is evidence? "
Zhou Tong fell silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Chen Changsheng's teacher is Daoist Ji, and no one knows what relationship Daoist Ji has with Black Robe, so why can't Chen Changsheng collude with the demons? Moreover, Chen Changsheng is still alive. Since the Garden of Zhou has already been destroyed, and so many people at the main gate have not seen him, how did he leave the Garden of Zhou? Other doors? Don't forget, only Black Robe knows where the other doors of the Garden of Zhou are.
Mo Yu fell silent for a very long time, then said, "So it turns out that you really do suspect him."
Zhou Tong stood up and walked to the door of the main hall. Gazing at the many stars in the night sky, he said, "The accusation that Liang Xiaoxiao used his death to send out is very powerful. It just so happens that there are many people in the capital who need Chen Changsheng to collude with the demons. It just so happens that Chen Changsheng was able to leave the Garden of Zhou, which means that he might be colluding with the demons. Then I naturally want to know whether or not he is colluding with the demons."
Mo Yu walked up behind him and said with a hint of warning, "His Holiness will trust him."
Zhou Tong's expression suddenly became rather strange. He said, "If His Holiness still insists on trusting him in this sort of situation, then doesn't that mean that His Holiness is no longer worthy of trust?"
Mo Yu suddenly felt that the sinister Qi that had seeped out from the courtyard in front of her had arrived here. The air around her had become abnormally cold. She did not know what else to say in this sort of situation.
"You should first clearly understand just what the Empress is thinking."
"Then, what are your thoughts?"
Zhou Tong held his hands behind his back and gazed at the night sky. His voice was as light as the air after a rain, and his thin body seemed rather bleak in the darkness. He really did seem like a sorrowful poet.
"Me? Thoughts about what? "
"Thoughts about Chen Changsheng."
"Do you want to die?" Mo Yu angrily yelled.
Zhou Tong's expression did not change in the slightest. He indifferently said, "That day, when the news that Chen Changsheng was still alive was sent to the capital, I heard that the flowers in the Orange Garden bloomed overnight. It seems that your mood is quite good."
The anger in Mo Yu's eyes transformed into killing intent.
Zhou Tong did not turn around, as if he did not notice her gaze.
Mo Yu left, and Zhou Tong began to stroll.
The entire capital, and even the entire continent, knew that Zhou Tong did not have any hobbies other than walking and personally executing punishments.
He treated others strictly, and he was even more strict with himself. He never indulged in sensual pleasures, and he certainly did not indulge in debauchery, even when he was still a young man. He lived an extremely disciplined and strict life, and it could also be described as dry and monotonous. Of course, he also wrote poems, poems of grief and worry for the country. He also wrote memorials to the throne, and he wrote mature strategies for the country. He lived like a great scholar, and in front of the Divine Empress, he was definitely not a slanderous minister, but a frank minister. Moreover, he was the most honest official in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, because he never lacked money, and also because no one dared to bribe him.
In the Garden of Zhou, he raised fifteen black Cerberuses. These powerful monsters could only be found in the depths of the demon domain. They possessed a deformed and terrifying appearance, as well as an extremely powerful scouting and battle ability. The black saliva that flowed from them could even corrode the hardest metal. It was probably for this reason that Lord Zhou Tong was not corrupted by money — bribers could not approach his residence, and those that attempted to sneak into the Garden of Zhou to bribe him would become food for these black Cerberuses. In the grass and forest surrounding his residence, who knew how many human bones there were?
Deep in the night, ten-odd Cerberuses stood in the darkness. Their black and glossy skin was illuminated by the starlight, giving off a strange feeling. Under the claws and teeth of these black demon dogs was a dungeon.
Zhexiu was imprisoned in this dungeon. Fifty-five extremely thin metal chains passed through his body. His naked skin was covered in blood, dried or fresh blood, and in many places, one could even see the eerie white bones.
After some time, he woke up. He felt the Qi coming from outside the ventilation hole, and with some difficulty, he raised his head and looked in that direction, breathing rapidly several times.
From there, he could see a little bit of the night sky, with a few stars. He opened his eyes and looked there, seeming somewhat greedy. But in reality, he could not see anything at all.
In the depths of his eyes, there was a lemon color.
This was the color of the Peacock Plume's poison mixed with blood.
It was somewhat sour.
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(After a busy day, I actually didn't stop updating. I really am … amazing.)
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