This villain has become a ghost

Song Haotian is Song Zhiyi's father, and the relationship between Nangong Qianshang and Song Zhiyi is well known to everyone. Even if the two of them speak, no one will be convinced.

Ye Zhaoxi's followers only need to divert public opinion entirely to Song Zhiyi and insist that this matter is related to her.

Without her, there was naturally no way to confront her.

The sunlight was scorching, but suddenly there was a shadow blocking the light, casting a cool shade. The wild grass beside the tomb swayed, and the wild flowers that grew there cast a faint fragrance.

Nangong Qianshang gave Shen Yue a look.

Shen Yue walked forward and pretended to examine it. Suddenly, he sneered and said, "It is ridiculous to conclude that the Marquis of Wu'an is involved in this matter based on just a piece of imitation martial arts clothing."

Su Shaoran said calmly:

"If this matter is really related to the Song family, it's not just an assassination."

The implication was that if Song Haotian and Song Zhiyi wanted to do something, they would have died countless times already. There was no need to resort to such a self-torture scheme and kill their own people.

A hesitant voice sounded, obviously from Ye Zhaoxi's followers:

"But just now... what the assassin said before he died..."

The relationship between the Regent and Marquis Wu'an is unusual, and what Marquis Wu'an did was most likely instructed by the Regent.

Ye Zhaoxi crossed his arms and smiled slightly, then began to slowly back away without making a sound:

"Don't worry, Lord Regent. This matter requires a thorough investigation. However, since Marquis Wu'an is not present at the moment, it is indeed difficult to clear his name."

Nangong Qianshang seemed to remember his role all the time. He wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and said:

"If it was really done by Marquis Wu'an, such an act of murdering an important official of the imperial court must not be forgiven lightly."

"But the premise is that she really did it."

"My dear ministers..."

Nangong Qianshang's peach blossom eyes, which were as gentle as clear spring water, suddenly flashed with a bit of sharpness, but his expression did not change at all. He asked:

"...Do any of you think... that this was done by Marquis Wu'an?"

"If you think it's related to her, you can step forward and give her some advice."

As if he felt that this was not a good idea, Nangong Qianshang said slowly: "...My dear ministers, please rest assured. Just say whatever you want. I guarantee with my character that I will not blame you."

"After all, as the Queen Mother said, this matter still needs to be carefully verified."

The ministers were shocked.

...This is forcing them to take sides.

However... His Royal Highness King Xuan is a gentleman with an upright nature. He guarantees with his character that he will not blame them, and that means he really will not blame them.

At this time, a person took the lead and walked out of the crowd. He was one of Ye Zhaoxi's followers who had been leading the pace just now.

Immediately afterwards, more people stood up one after another.

Nangong Qianshang waited patiently.

The leader bowed and said respectfully:

"I believe this matter is easy to verify. We should immediately send someone to the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion to investigate. If the Marquis of Wu'an is truly bedridden due to illness, then there is something fishy going on. If not, then the Marquis of Wu'an must..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Nangong Qianshang with a smile:

"In my opinion... it seems unnecessary."

The man looked puzzled.

Then, his expression was frozen in that second forever.

"boom--"

Nangong Qianshang threw the sword in his hand with a "bang", aimed the musket at the man's forehead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The man fell to the ground.

The bloody hole on the forehead was clearly visible.

Everyone was shocked and the scene fell silent for a moment.

...I promised you that I would guarantee it with my character.

It was not surprising for Nangong Mingzhu to do this. After all, they were already used to that man's mood swings.

But you are Nangong Qianshang!

Who took over your body!

Nangong Qianshang slowly put down his musket, a faint smile still hanging on his bright and clear face, as if he had just crushed an ant:

"I have already said that I will not blame him, as I guarantee his integrity. But this man's intention to frame a loyal and honest person is obvious. I hate such a villain the most. How can I spare his life?"

From that night on, he was no longer a gentleman, nor would he have any character.

Because a kind-hearted, upright and honest gentleman...cannot protect anyone.

He wants to win.

As for this inexplicable drama just now, one aspect was that he didn't want all the ministers to stand on Ye Zhaoxi's side.

On the other hand, it is about slowly and one by one identifying the strange and dissenting voices in the crowd, and matching their faces with their actions.

Then eradicate them one by one.

The ministers were as silent as cicadas.

The dozen or so people who had just stood up gritted their teeth and felt their legs go weak, fearing that they would be the next to fall.

However, Nangong Qianshang pointed the gun at Ye Zhaoxi...

……

...where are the people?

Ye Zhaoxi had retreated to the entrance of the tomb without knowing when.

A white flower blossomed from her skirt, and a large number of men and horses emerged from the wild forest beside the tomb, holding shields in their hands, protecting them perfectly.

Ye Zhaoxi pretended to be regretful and said:

"King Xuan, I just cooperated with you, playing the game for so long, but now you turn against me so suddenly... This really makes my mother heartbroken..."

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

It turns out that hypocrisy is so disgusting.

He didn't feel anything when he was annoying others, but now the two poles have reversed, it can be considered retribution.

The musket in his hand had been used during the mutiny at the peace banquet. A smart person... would always come up with a way to deal with it.

At the foot of the mountain in the distance, a dense and heavy army was approaching this side, like a giant dark dragon.

The real battle has just begun.

-

In a teahouse in Dongdu.

There were dozens of tables and chairs on the first floor. Guests sat around them, eating melon seeds and making noisy conversations. However, the doors and windows were tightly closed, leaving no gaps.

Under the dim light, the storytelling stage was set up on the second floor, with a mahogany table and a royal chair. The storyteller, dressed in a long robe and holding a folding fan, stood in front of the stage with a solemn expression, speaking with great enthusiasm:

"If you ask me... the Regent took advantage of His Majesty's absence from the Eastern Capital to attempt to seize power and usurp the throne! But the Regent didn't want to tarnish his reputation, so he pretended to be reluctant on the surface, but in fact, he was doing shameful things behind the scenes!"

"I heard that the Imperial Master, Boss Jiang, and General Qiu... these people were eliminated because they were blocking his path!"

Someone asked below:

"But why did I hear... that the Empress Dowager was manipulating everything behind the scenes and trying to seize power?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that too..."

"What is true? Tell me, what is true?"

"Alas, who knows? I'm afraid if they fight, we'll be the ones to suffer. I'm afraid it will be another bloody storm..."

The storyteller rolled his eyes and said anxiously and mysteriously:

"That's because you don't know the inside story!"

"How did He Xi die? He was killed by someone who tried to silence him!"

"King Xuan may not have such ability, but...Marquis Wu'an does!"