I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

A deep voice rang out from outside the courtyard wall.

"Surround this courtyard! Crossbowmen, take your positions!"

"Yes!"

The response was overwhelming, creating a powerful and enthusiastic response.

Inside the study, Zhu Houcong's lips curled slightly as he watched the Suspended Mirror Division's troops from afar through the Vermilion Bird.

Arrived as scheduled!

Chapter 83 Jiangzuo Alliance Murders to Cover Up the Situation?

The Jiangzuo Alliance members turned deathly pale upon hearing the sudden noise outside.

The disciple on guard stumbled in, his voice trembling.

"Master Zhen, we're surrounded by soldiers!"

"what?"

"What...what should we do?"

Everyone immediately became confused.

"Master Zhen, let's fight our way out!" a young disciple shouted, his eyes red.

"Yes! Let's fight them!"

Zhen Ping was filled with excitement and was about to raise his arms and shout to charge out.

Suddenly, a calloused hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The speaker was a veteran of the Jiangzuo Alliance, and at this moment, an unusual light flickered in his cloudy eyes.

"Aping, stop! There are soldiers everywhere outside!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Ping was taken aback for a moment, but then calmed down.

Amidst the cacophony of arguments, he slowly closed his eyes, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

When she opened her eyes again, her resolve was unwavering.

"Brothers... I'm so sorry!"

His voice was very soft, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly burst into words.

Pfft!

A cold glint flashed, and the man who had been urging him to surrender collapsed in disbelief, clutching his bleeding throat.

"Master Zhen, you..."

Everyone stood there, stunned, unable to react for a moment.

Zhen Ping didn't care about any of that; the long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a blinding, cold light.

The blade flashed like snow, and before the three disciples could react, blood blossomed at their throats.

Then he spun around, and the blade transformed into a silver streak.

Two disciples who were about to parry were cut in two, sword and all, their blood splattering onto the mottled wall.

"Master, have you gone mad?"

One of the disciples roared and raised his sword to meet the attack.

Zhen Ping ignored him and his sword strikes became even more ferocious.

He moved with mysterious footwork, each step bringing forth a shower of blood.

"brute!"

"You murdered your fellow disciple; you will suffer a terrible death!"

Angry curses rose and fell, which made Zhen Ping's knife move even faster.

Zhen Ping's voice trembled, yet remained resolute.

"The words 'Jiangzuo Alliance' must never be uttered by us, therefore you must not be captured."

The last disciple who fell clung tightly to Zhen Ping's clothes, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

"Zhen Ping, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

Zhen Ping closed his eyes and gently pried the hand open.

As the footsteps outside the courtyard grew closer, Zhen Ping slowly sheathed his sword, his eyes returning to calm.

boom!

The door was kicked open the next second, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Soldiers surged in like a tide, and what came into view were corpses lying in disarray, and a figure standing with a knife, covered in blood.

"Put down your weapons!"

The leader of the Suspended Mirror Division's elite cavalry shouted sharply, and dozens of powerful crossbows were simultaneously aimed at Zhen Ping.

At this moment, Xia Chun and Xia Dong, the siblings who were in charge of the mirrors of the Suspended Mirror Bureau, followed Yan Que into the house.

The moment Xia Dong's gaze fell upon Zhen Ping, she was struck dumb, completely stunned.

"You...you're not Zhen Ping from the Jiangzuo Alliance?"

A resolute smile appeared on Zhen Ping's lips, and a cold glint flashed in his long sword.

laugh!

The sharp blade sliced ​​across his throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhen Ping swayed and collapsed heavily into a pool of blood.

Everyone stared in shock at Zhen Ping, who had unhesitatingly drawn his sword and committed suicide, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Yan Que was the first to react. He turned sharply to Xia Dong, his face full of disbelief.

"You're saying he's from the Jiangzuo Alliance?"

Xia Dong nodded solemnly.

"It's absolutely true. I saw him at the Su residence; he's Mei Changsu's confidant."

Yan Que opened his mouth wide in disbelief, his brain exploding in an instant.

At this moment, Xia Chun, who had been frowning, suddenly said, "Strange, we came here to find the suspect, Jin Qianbao, so why are the Jiangzuo Alliance people here too?"

"Senior brother!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Dong suddenly realized something and urgently said, "Quickly find someone to identify them and see if any members of the Money Gang are among these corpses!"

Xia Chun immediately understood and turned to rush out of the house.

Before long, they returned with two trembling Money Gang henchmen.

As soon as the two entered, they cautiously examined the corpse, then suddenly cried out in alarm.

"This...this is the gang leader, and also Hall Master Wang, Hall Master Chen, and the others..."

Xia Chun and Xia Dong looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

"It really is the Golden Leopard, so why is the Jiangzuo Alliance killing members of the Golden Leopard Gang?"

"Senior brother, do you still remember why we found this place?"

"Because someone tipped us off that the gunpowder in Shenwu Street was planted by the Money Gang, we followed the trail and found our way here..."

Xia Chun suddenly stopped speaking, her expression changing drastically.

"You mean... the Jiangzuo Alliance is here to kill us to silence us?"

"good."

Xia Dong's voice grew increasingly heavy.

"Moreover, this Jiangzuo Alliance expert preferred suicide to capture; there must be something fishy about it."

"The Shenwu Street bombing was very likely the work of the Jiangzuo Alliance."

"It might even be... that he was acting on Prince Yu's orders."

"Hi~"

This deduction made both of them gasp in shock.

At this moment, Yan Que felt a deafening roar in his mind.

Jiangzuo Alliance?

Mei Changsu?

Su Zhe?

Lin Shu?

These names kept swirling and colliding in his mind.

This threw his thoughts into complete confusion.

Was the young man who had a long talk with him in the restaurant, Lin Shu, who advised him not to take extreme measures, really the mastermind behind the bombing?

"This is impossible!" Yan Que muttered to himself.

He clearly remembered Mei Changsu's resounding expression that day.

"Lord Yan, even if we kill Emperor Liang, will the injustice done to the Chiyan Army be cleared?"

When he spoke, his clear eyes were clearly filled with sincerity.

But how do you explain the bloodstains that fill the room now?

Yan Que suddenly turned around and left without looking back.

"You stay here and clean up the scene."

The night wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and Yan Que's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Only Xia Chun and Xia Dong remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

He sprinted to the gate of the Su residence, leaped into the air, and used his lightness skill to break in.

"Mei Changsu, come out here!"

The next second, his roar pierced the night sky.

On the rooftop, Fei Liu, who was counting stars, moved at the sound and landed in front of Yan Que like a bolt of lightning, his cold and stern face full of vigilance.

"No entry."

"Get out of here."

Enraged, Yan Que swung his hand and struck.

A cold glint flashed in Fei Liu's eyes. He slightly turned his body and his right hand wrapped around Yan Que's wrist like a nimble snake. With a clever move, he threw the marquis more than ten feet away.

Yan Que fell heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, Fei Liu approached like a ghost, his palm strike aimed straight at his face.

"Fei Liu, stop!"

At this moment, Mei Changsu rushed over, wearing a fox fur coat, his pale face showing surprise.

He stopped Fei Liu's actions and then turned to Yan Que.

"Lord Yan, what brings you here so late at night?"

Yan Que struggled to his feet, his brocade robe covered in dust, and glared angrily at Mei Changsu.

"Mei Changsu, I ask you, is Zhen Ping a member of your Jiangzuo Alliance?"

Mei Changsu was deeply shaken upon hearing this.

Zhen Ping was sent by him to investigate the Money Gang, so how could Yan Que know? Could something have gone wrong?

His expression remained unchanged; he simply asked calmly, "Why does Your Excellency ask this?"