Hearing his words, Zhang Zitong looked somewhat sad.

Whether it was because she had just revealed her most shameful and private side to him or something else, her expression towards Zu An softened, and she didn't resist telling him some less important information: "Seventh Master was indeed very good to me. If he hadn't caused my family to be destroyed, I might have really regarded him as my godfather."

Zu'an was shocked: "Family destroyed and people killed?"

“Yes,” Zhang Zitong said, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes. “I was young then. I remember one day the seventh gold medalist and his men appeared at my house. My father was very scared, but he still went out to greet them. As a result, we don’t know what happened, but we started fighting and our family was wiped out.”

"If it weren't for the wet nurse in the manor risking her life to send me away, I probably would have died in that disaster. But to save me, the wet nurse had her child exchange clothes with me and die in my place. The wet nurse also died because she was too badly wounded by an arrow."

When she spoke of the past, her eyes were visibly red, whether from sadness or hatred, it was hard to tell.

Zu An frowned: "Your family is a family of officials? When did this happen?"

The person who could get a top-notch embroiderer to personally take charge could not possibly be an ordinary citizen.

“My father’s name was Zhiquan. He was an imperial censor back then. This happened thirteen years ago,” Zhang Zitong said, her voice filled with sadness.

Thirteen years ago, Zu'an hadn't yet transmigrated to this world, so naturally he didn't know that this Imperial Censor Zhang said, "I'll help you investigate when I have the chance, to see what happened back then."

As expected, Zhang Zitong's looks, figure, and talent are not something an ordinary family could produce.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, this world of spiritual practice is more brutal than Earth in this respect.

The stronger the parents and bloodline, the more capable their offspring tend to be.

On the contrary, it is difficult for ordinary people to find someone with the qualifications for cultivation.

Zhang Zitong smiled sadly: "What good would it do to investigate? Our Zhang family is wiped out. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Besides, I have avenged my family this time. I have no regrets in this life."

"If there is a real injustice, there might still be a chance for redress. You don't want the Zhang family to bear the sins after they die, do you?" Zu An saw the death in her eyes and knew that she had avenged her great enemy and had no desires left. This was quite troublesome, and it would be difficult to get anything useful out of her.

So we need to give her hope first.

Sure enough, a slight fluctuation appeared in her originally calm eyes.

Taking the opportunity, Zuan asked, "According to the information I received before, you were discovered and recruited by the seventh-ranked Gold Medalist when you were very young. Considering what you just said about your family being destroyed and you being the only one left, you shouldn't have been at that age to have such thoughts as infiltrating your enemy's territory to wait for revenge, right?"

Zhang Zitong hesitated for a moment, but still answered: "Back then, someone appeared in front of me and asked me if I wanted to take revenge. At that time, I was in despair, so I naturally agreed without hesitation."

“I trained with him for over a year. Later, he told me about a chance to get revenge, which was to infiltrate the Embroidered Robe Envoys. So I pretended to be an orphan girl living on the streets and pretended to be accidentally met by the seventh-ranked Gold Medalist. Sure enough, he took a liking to me, but he didn’t know that all of this was arranged in advance.”

In fact, if it weren't for the shameful experience of healing her wounds that made her feel inexplicably closer to Zaun, she wouldn't have revealed this information.

But now she feels that there's nothing wrong with telling the other person this.

Zu An frowned slightly: "Logically speaking, given the caution of the seventh-ranked gold medalist, it's impossible for you to hide any traces of cultivation from his eyes."

Zhang Zitong explained, "My benefactor deliberately didn't ask me to cultivate during that year or so, but only tempered my will and so on. The seventh-ranked gold medalist thought that I was more mature than my peers because I had been homeless for many years, so he didn't suspect anything."

Zuan nodded slightly: "Who exactly was the person who trained you?"

He pondered that it was quite a feat to lay such a piece more than a decade ago and only recently reap the rewards.

Zhang Zitong shook her head: "That person did me a great favor, I can't possibly tell you."

Zu An's face darkened: "Since you've been an Embroidered-Robe Envoy for so many years, you should know their methods. There must be a way to make you talk."

Zhang Zitong turned her head away and bit her lip: "If that's the case, why did you save me?"

She was clearly aware of those methods, and there was a hint of fear in her voice.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down a bit: "I knew this day would come, so I was prepared. Even if all my acupoints were sealed, I had a way to commit suicide. The reason I didn't use it is because you went to so much trouble to save me, and I didn't want to waste your kindness."

Zuan was taken aback, unsure whether she was telling the truth or not. However, there were many mysterious things in this world, and perhaps she really did have such abilities.

So he had to change his approach: "Have you ever considered that your so-called benefactor might actually be the real enemy who caused your family's ruin? Otherwise, why would he coincidentally appear in front of you when you were at your lowest point, and then arrange for you to be placed in the Gold Medal Embroidered Robe System, and even become the assistant to the seventh Gold Medal member?"

Zhang Zitong was taken aback, her expression changing several times, clearly also considering this possibility.

However, after so many years of serving as both an embroidered envoy and a spy, her willpower was quite firm, and she quickly recovered: "You don't need to deliberately sow discord; I won't fall for it."

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