Da Meng neither dodged nor avoided, but stood there stunned, a million possibilities flashing through his mind.
Could it be that he got drunk at some point, his mind was a mess, and people around him were egging him on, so he wrote down all sorts of nonsense?
Or perhaps someone simply held his hand and made him write this personal letter of betrayal.
No matter what, he deserves to die. He almost ruined the Qiao family. He should be beaten to death.
However, Qiao Laosan's slap didn't land on Da Meng's face before it was pulled back by a hand.
"Third Uncle, calm down."
Qiao Laosan took a step back, his face flushed, his chest heaving, and his trembling finger pointing at Da Meng.
"How can I stay calm? I'm his father. How could I not recognize his handwriting? Every single word is real. I could recognize it even if it were burned to ashes."
Madam Lü was already in tears: "Da Meng, you're so foolish! Our Qiao family is loyal to the Emperor, what's wrong with that? How could you have such thoughts? Now look what's happened. Although Lian'er has resolved the Qiao family's crisis, the Qiao family can never easily forgive your sins."
How could their proud son suddenly become a traitor who betrayed the enemy? She couldn't accept it. She was angry, sad, and indignant. Her eyelids rolled back, her body went limp, and she almost fainted.
Feng and Qiao Yunni quickly helped her up, patting her chest and back.
The other members of the Qiao family also wore somber expressions, unwilling to face the matter, but the two letters were right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe them.
The atmosphere in the hall was exceptionally heavy.
Before Qiao Lian'er could finish speaking, she unexpectedly angered two elders.
She had a headache.
"It was indeed written by Brother Da Meng, but this letter does not reflect his true intentions at all."
The Qiao family was stunned for a moment, and Qiao Laosan quickly asked, "Lian'er, what does this mean?"
"Someone extracted the words written by Da Meng Ge, combined them into a letter of treason and collusion with the enemy, and then printed it out. So it seems that Da Meng Ge wrote the complete letter of treason himself."
Everyone suddenly realized that such a tactic was possible, and that the person's use of such a move was truly unpredictable.
"Since they need to extract words to form a fluent letter, they must have read a lot of what Brother Da Meng wrote and obtained it. Who could this person be?" Qiao Zhizhi pondered.
Just now, Qiao Dameng was full of doubts, but Qiao Zhizhi's words were like a thunderbolt, striking him from the head to the feet and penetrating his entire body.
His face was deathly pale. He staggered back a few steps and fell onto a chair.
“No, no, she wouldn’t do that, it must be, it must be—” Qiao Dameng tried his best to find a plausible reason.
But he ran out of words; he was speechless.
Only Du Qinglan had access to those letters; moreover, many of the words and phrases were instructed by her.
Some of them were quite intense and didn't suit her personality at all, but she insisted that he write them down.
The more Da Meng thought about it, the more alarmed and terrified he became. He closed his eyes, not daring to think any further.
This was the destruction of his beliefs, the torment of his beautiful hopes—it was so cruel, so bitter.
His blood had gone cold, as if it had stopped flowing.
"Who wouldn't do this? Who told you to do it?" Madam Lü pressed, seemingly indicating that Da Meng had already guessed who was behind it all.
Every member of the Qiao family wanted to know who that person was and wanted him to go to hell.
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