Chapter 20: Come, take him down for me

Wang Anming, the Lord of Yuyi City, had cold sweat on his forehead, his face turned pale, and he was trembling in his heart.

I thought Jiang Lan was just saying something casually about the assassination, but who knew it sounded like it was real...

And...it seems to have been planned for a long time.

The son-in-law of the Su family is a notorious loser in Yuyi City. Everyone knows that he has no cultivation, but today he suddenly showed his powerful strength and almost killed the son of the prime minister.

Why has he been hiding in Yuyi City for so many years? Is there such a coincidence? Zhao Tianhe frowned, because even he felt that what Jiang Lan said made sense. After analyzing the whole thing, he found that many coincidences happened at the same time.

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Lan deeply.

Although Jiang Lan is a second-generation rich man with no accomplishments and can only rely on his background to bully others, it does not mean that he is stupid.

Could the offspring born from the Prime Minister and that woman really be stupid people?

Although he acted recklessly and arrogantly in Yangjing City over the years, he caused a lot of trouble.

After today's contact, Zhao Tianhe discovered that the son of the prime minister was meticulous and flawless, and much smarter than people thought.

"Fortunately, he is unable to practice, and the Prime Minister has only one son, so the royal family can breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, the situation in the court would be even more chaotic and terrifying..."

Zhao Tianhe breathed a sigh of relief and felt somewhat fortunate.

If Jiang Lan could practice cultivation, considering the talents of his father and mother, his talent would be so terrifyingly high that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as unprecedented.

But when he thought of this, an idea suddenly popped up in Zhao Tianhe's mind.

Is Jiang Lan really unable to practice? Or has he been hiding all along? Just playing the role of a waste in front of the world?

If that’s the case…

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

"You are slandering me and talking nonsense. It's really ridiculous. I will not hesitate to frame you, a shameless villain. I am upright and have a clear conscience."

Lin Fan's eyes were filled with anger and coldness, with bloodshot in the corners of his eyes. It was obvious that he was furious to the extreme.

However, his state of mind in his previous life eventually helped him to gradually calm down from his extreme anger.

He just looked at Jiang Lan coldly, his eyes full of indifference and disdain.

He knew that no matter how he explained what happened today, it would be useless, so he simply stopped explaining.

"Mr. Lin Fan, although I trust you as a person, what happened today..."

Zhao Tianhe felt a bit of a headache when he saw Lin Fan like this. He wanted to help Lin Fan, but what happened today was beyond his expectations.

He even began to believe Jiang Lan's guess.

Lin Fan has such abilities at such a young age, which even the geniuses from the great sects may not be able to achieve.

He couldn't be an ordinary person, but he was a bullied son-in-law in Yuyi City. Isn't this ridiculous? If Lin Fan really intended to assassinate Jiang Lan, he would have to be careful and draw a clear line in time to avoid being involved. Otherwise, when the prime minister settles the accounts, he will be in big trouble.

Lin Fan did have a favor to Zhao Dieyi, but that favor was not worth sacrificing the entire Zhao family.

Zhao Dieyi also said with a complicated expression, "Mr. Lin, since you are innocent, why..."

In fact, in her opinion, the biggest problem at the moment is why Lin Fan stayed in Yuyi City as a son-in-law and hid his strength for so many years.

As long as this matter is explained clearly, won't all misunderstandings be resolved?

Hearing this, Lin Fan looked at her coldly and asked, "Even Miss Zhao doubts me?"

A wave of disappointment welled up in him.

He actually thought that Zhao Dieyi was smart and clever, had good talent, and was a promising talent. He thought that as long as he gave her a little guidance, she would become a great person in the future.

But at this time, he would rather believe the one-sided words of Jiang Lan, the shameless villain, than believe him.

Zhao Dieyi was speechless for a moment, then silently shut up.

She wanted to help Lin Fan get out of his predicament, but since he was so ungrateful, there was nothing she could do.

"I can let you go for what happened today. As long as you tell me your companions and their origins, I can consider forgiving you this time."

Jiang Lan stared at Lin Fan and spoke calmly.

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"Now, what else do you have to say?"

"Take him down for me."

The mayor of Yuyi City had been waiting for this opportunity, and now he saw that the mysterious scholar Zhao Tianhe had also fallen silent.

He immediately waved his hand and ordered the guards to rush forward and capture Lin Fan directly.

Lin Fan just watched the scene coldly and did not rush to take action.

He also has the biggest trump card in his hand, which is enough to allow him to escape safely when his life is in danger.

He just wanted to see what other tricks and conspiracies this second-generation rich guy had.

Su Qinghan was in a trance.

No matter how you look at it, what happened today was all caused by her sister Su Qingyao. No matter what Lin Fan said, he was here to save Su Qingyao with completely good intentions.

As a result, he ended up like this.

Suddenly, she seemed to have made up her mind, her expression changed again and again, and she gritted her teeth.

"Mr. Jiang, please forgive Lin Fan just for Qinghan's sake."

"Today's incident was caused by Qinghan alone. I don't want to involve others. Lin Fan didn't know the cause and effect and was reckless and offended others. I hope Mr. Jiang will be magnanimous and forgive him this time."

She looked at Jiang Lan, her flawless face full of begging and humility.

A pair of slender white hands tightly grasped his sleeves.

(End of this chapter)