Chapter 231 True Identity
Upon hearing this, Vole's eyes instantly became disdainful, as if he was certain that Song Yanxi could not guess it.
How could a young lady like her, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and knew nothing about the sufferings of the world, possibly know what they wanted?
Money? Power?
Compared with having enough food, clothes and a good life, these are nothing!
Song Yanxi slowed down her tone and said word by word: "What you wish for is to be an upright person in this world.
"You fart!" The field mouse suddenly became angry and struggled to get up from the ground, but he was staggering and couldn't stand steadily.
He glared at Song Yanxi fiercely and said angrily, "You woman, you know nothing. Even if I'm begging, I'm doing it honestly and I don't steal or rob!"
"Really?" Song Yanxi chuckled and asked, "If you're acting so uprightly, why don't you dare show your true face?"
When the field mouse heard this, his expression changed instantly.
Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Song Yanxi immediately said, "An Yi, tear off his sleeves!"
The figure flashed before the field mouse's eyes, and before he could even react, he heard the sound of cloth breaking with a "swish".
He felt a sudden chill on his right arm, and subconsciously reached out to cover the scar on his wrist, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Even though he retracted it very quickly, An Yi had already seen it clearly and said coldly: "No wonder he is so stubborn, he is actually a killer."
Song Yanxi added: "His master should be an official."
Meeting the vole's angry eyes, she corrected him, "It was the former master."
"You!" The field mouse's eyes suddenly widened and blurted out, "How do you know all this!?"
An Yi also looked confused.
He has been following Miss Song closely these days and has met the field mouse several times. Why didn't he notice anything?
Song Yanxi gave him a look, indicating that he should look at the vole's wrist.
The field mouse subconsciously tried to hide his hand behind his back, but An Yi pulled it away.
He warned coldly, "If you move again, I won't mind breaking your arm."
"This scar..."
An Yifang only took a cursory glance and confirmed that his tendons had been cut, but now after a closer look, he realized that there was something wrong with the wound.
He murmured, "Such a thin blade is definitely not forged by ordinary people. It looks like a sword wound."
He didn't say the rest of the words, but Song Yanxi knew it well.
There is a law in the Da'an Dynasty that military officers who are not of the third rank or above are not equipped with special weapons. They mostly use machetes or spears like the soldiers below.
Even if one was lucky enough to kill an enemy general on the battlefield and picked up his sword, it would be handed over to the treasury instead of his head. After returning to the court with a great victory, it would be sent to the Ministry of War and rewarded according to merit after being conferred in front of the palace.
Looking around Da'an, those who can possess such a sword must be at least a military general of the third rank or above. Including the elderly ones, the total number does not exceed twenty.
Almost instantly, Song Yanxi and An Yi thought of someone at the same time.
Lin Tingfeng!
"Do you remember the man's age, height, weight, or any other characteristics?"
"Cooperate honestly and I'll spare your life."
The field mouse was stunned by the question. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help laughing. As a result, the pain from the abdominal injury made his face turn purple in an instant.
Afraid that An Yi would misunderstand him as a provocation, he quickly raised his hand to gesture for him to stop, then slowly squatted down while holding his stomach.
The pain in his body had not yet subsided, but he couldn't help laughing again, as if someone had pressed a point on his acupoint and he couldn't control himself.
An Yi asked with a cold face: "Do you need help?"
"No, I can't afford it." The field mouse quickly refused, and his previous nonchalant tone was no longer used.
He looked up at Song Yanxi and suddenly said, "You do have some skills."
The sound of clenched fists could be heard in the tent.
The field mouse quickly admitted his weakness and said, "Sir, please restrain your magical powers. This tattered body can't withstand your iron fist."
An Yi: "Whether I can handle it or not depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."
"Cooperation, cooperation comes naturally."
His identity has been exposed. If he doesn't cooperate, he will die. Does he have any choice?
The field mouse considered his words carefully before saying, "A dozen or so of my brothers and I have been raised in the mountains since we were young. We only follow orders. Before each mission, someone would deliver a message into the mountains. I have never seen that person in person."
Song Yanxi asked: "What did he ask you to do?"
"kill."
Sensing the sudden drop in temperature inside the tent, the field mouse cried out with tears in his eyes, "Auntie, I'm a killer. Would you spend a lot of money to support a bunch of useless people?"
Seeing that Song Yanxi didn't say anything, he continued carefully: "Before I was abandoned by the organization, I went on many missions, helping people seek revenge, robbing escorts, and I also accepted bounties to kill a few corrupt officials."
"You're lying!" An Yi said coldly, "They've put so much effort into training you, how could they just let you do these little things?"
"Assassinating a court official is a small matter?"
After hearing what he said, the vole's heart was instantly relieved.
The next moment, he heard Song Yanxi say, "Killing an official appointed by the imperial court is punishable by lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) and extermination of all nine generations of the clan."
Hearing the words "nine clans", the field mouse wanted to laugh again.
He was an orphan who was raised by a killer organization without any parents. How could there be any nine clans? If he could really find the organization that wanted to kill him and silence him, he would be so happy that he would not be able to contain his anger.
But before his smile could even bloom, it froze on his face.
"According to the Da'an Law, if the criminal has no relatives, all ten clans will be exterminated."
Afraid that he wouldn't understand, Song Yanxi explained considerately, "The so-called ten clans are your neighbors and people you're friendly with, like those beggars outside."
The corners of the field mouse's mouth twitched, and he raised a nonchalant smile and said, "You're talking about those stinky beggars. If you want to kill them, just do it. I'm just looking for a way to vent my anger, so I'll just help them get revenge for the beating they just gave me."
"That's great, and it saves us from wasting medicinal materials."
Song Yanxi only gave An Yi a look, and he immediately understood and started to walk out.
The field mouse, who had been unable to stand up a moment ago, suddenly stood up and said angrily, "You are a doctor, but you are so cruel that you can say such things."
Song Yanxi's expression was indifferent, "They will eventually die because of you anyway. Whether it's being tortured to death or just a single beheading, they will be labeled as criminals and infamous for eternity.
It would be better to die now, so as to suffer less."
"You!" The field mouse gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Only women and villains are difficult to raise."
"Since they are educated, I think there is no need for me to waste my words on some of the things they have to say. Let them talk to each other about their affairs."
"Let them go, and I'll tell you everything I know."
Song Yanxi raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure?"
In fact, the field mouse regretted it as soon as he said it.
Now the plague is raging in the border town, and every household is staying indoors. It is almost impossible for them to get a bite to eat.
It was also the beginning of winter, and people were suffering from hunger and cold. A snowfall could kill everyone.
If they leave now, their death will come even faster.
Seeing that Tian Shu looked extremely annoyed but didn't know how to speak, An Yi coughed lightly and said, "Young lady, you are a kind-hearted doctor and you wouldn't do such a cruel thing."
The field mouse couldn't help but sneer, "I've seen a lot of people like you, and you're the best at pretending to be righteous.
You sound nice, but how do I know you won't kill me after I've finished telling the truth? "
Song Yanxi nodded and chuckled, "You make sense."
Never thought she was so easy to talk to. Tian Shu's eyes flashed with a trace of relief. Just as he was about to negotiate terms, he suddenly heard Song Yanxi's cold voice order: "An Yi, drag him out and chop him off."
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