"The first time I met you," Zuan replied slowly.

Zhang Zitong was puzzled: "Could it be that the turtle spirit in the Blackwater Pool said that a woman abandoned the bodies of the Seventh Master, and you suspect that woman is me?"

Zuan shook his head: "No, it was just that from the first moment I saw you, I had a feeling that something was wrong with you."

"What kind of logic is this!" Zhang Zitong felt wronged. Having handled cases for many years, she knew about intuition. Once she suspected someone, no matter how much evidence showed that he was innocent, she would still be unable to dispel her doubts and eventually find evidence of his crime.

I never imagined that one day I would lose because of my so-called intuition.

Zuan looked at her, his gaze falling on her long legs: "You are too beautiful and your figure is too outstanding. This is out of place with the low-key style of the Embroidered-Robed Envoy. Look at the people around you. They are the qualified Embroidered-Robed Envoys."

Xiao Jianren and the others were on the verge of tears, wondering if the Eleventh Lord was praising or scolding them.

Zhang Zitong blushed, never expecting such praise, but she couldn't be happy at all: "I was adopted by Master Qi when I was very young, I've explained that to you!"

“Your biological parents must be extraordinary to have given birth to a daughter with your looks and temperament. The seventh-ranked gold medalist may not have thought of it or didn’t want to think about it because he was caught up in the situation. But I’m different. I noticed something was off when I saw you. You are too outstanding,” Zuan said slowly. “You were destined not to be an Embroidered Robe Envoy.”

Zhang Zitong gave him a long look: "Although I have never seen the face of the Eleventh Lord, I can tell that you are a handsome and dashing person. Why can you be a top-ranking embroiderer, but I am suspected instead?"

Zuan smiled slightly: "One person like me is enough; others aren't so lucky."

Zhang Zitong: "..."

Even Xiao Jianren and other silver-medal embroidered soldiers felt that the Eleventh Prince was being a bit too shameless.

"Alright, you've asked the questions, now it's time to release them," Zu An said, walking towards Zhang Zitong.

"Don't move!" Zhang Zitong threatened, tightening her grip on the dagger in her hand. It was already embedded in Xiao Jianren's skin, and with just a little force, his neck would be severed.

Zu An frowned: "You must know how Xiao Jianren has treated you lately. Are you really going to use his life or death to blackmail me?"

Hearing his words, Xiao Jianren felt extremely ashamed, thinking to himself that his behavior during this period had been utterly disgraceful.

Zhang Zitong's expression shifted between light and dark. Finally, she put down the dagger in her hand and said apologetically to Xiao Jianren, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, she gently pushed him forward with one hand, and then directly slashed her own neck with the sword.

Zu An was prepared; with a flick of his finger, a gust of wind deflected the dagger.

The other silver-plated embroidered-clothes officer seized the opportunity to pounce on him, instantly subduing him with a soul-hooking rope.

However, to their surprise, Zhang Zitong did not seem to resist at all.

At this moment, Zhang Zitong raised her head and looked at Zu An, a poignant smile on her face: "Eleventh Lord, I know I am going to die, but I still want to say that the time I spent working with you was the happiest time of my life."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jianren and the others were not too surprised. Over the past few days, they had all noticed something: compared to the Eleventh Lord, they were indeed not competitive at all.

Zu An's expression changed instantly. He appeared in front of her, pried open her mouth, and saw a trickle of black blood seeping out, clearly indicating that she had poison hidden in her teeth.

He quickly tapped his finger, swiftly sealing off her blood and qi circulation, preventing the poison from spreading.

Zhang Zitong smiled sadly: "It's no use... This poison is for suicide, it's extremely potent, there's no... antidote..."

As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered, and the light in her eyes faded.

Xiao Jianren's expression darkened, but he knew this was the best ending for her. Otherwise, countless tortures awaited her in the Embroidered Robe Envoy's prison, and it would have been better to die quickly.

But why do I feel so strongly about crying?

Without hesitation, Zu An picked up Zhang Zitong and ran to the inner room next door, saying, "Wait outside, and don't come in no matter what you hear."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Xiao Jianren and the other silver-medal embroidered soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. What did the Eleventh Lord mean by this? Zhang Zitong had already bitten the poison in her teeth. Could she still be saved?

At this moment, Zhang Zitong had the same doubts. On her deathbed, she watched him carry her into the room and lay her flat on the table.

"What is he going to do? Could it be..." Zhang Zitong's heart skipped a beat. Although she was dying, she still felt that all of this was so... absurd.

Just then, Zuan stretched out a finger and stabbed her hard.

Ah~

Hearing the sounds coming from inside, Xiao Jianren and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. What on earth was the Eleventh Lord doing?

Should we torture her while she's still alive?

After a while, muffled groans could be heard from inside from time to time. It was obviously being deliberately suppressed, sounding like pain, yet also like a tiny bit of... pleasure?

This left Xiao Jianren and the others even more bewildered. What on earth were they doing inside?

Zhang Zitong has taken poison and is clearly dying, so how can she still have the energy to make such a statement?

After a while, the sound seemed to be able to be suppressed no longer, and it reached the ears of the group in waves.

Sweet, cloying, shy, and irresistible.

The people outside the door were experienced and immediately understood what the sound was.

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