"So that's why so many controlled and prohibited materials were imported into the demon race?" Zu'an sneered. "King Qi, for his own ambition, actually disregarded the safety of the human race. What a waste that he has the reputation of being a wise king."
Han Fengqiu hesitated for a moment, but still said, "This world isn't all black and white. Aren't all those big shots in the imperial court acting in their own self-interest? Isn't Yu Yanluo, who's on good terms with you, also doing business with the demon race? Even the late emperor did the same thing back then."
"What happened to the late emperor?" Zu An frowned. These secrets were not recorded in the database and could only be learned from some old people who had experienced the events of that year.
Han Fengqiu replied, "I don't know the specifics, but I overheard the prince mention it back then. It seems that the late emperor was able to ascend the throne with the help of the demon race."
Zuan was in turmoil. After arriving in this world, he came into contact with various official and folk materials, all of which portrayed the human race as having been led by several emperors to fight against the demon race, completely defeating the demon race and driving them to the desolate borderlands, which allowed the human race to live in peace and prosperity.
The common people worshipped these generations of human emperors as saints, but now it seems that there was also untouchable darkness behind their bright and majestic figures.
Han Fengqiu glanced at him cautiously, not daring to linger, and continued to tell what she knew: "Zhang Che, a trusted confidant of the Prince of Yan, has been out of contact for years, but recently we found out that he seems to have infiltrated the Demonic Sect and become an elder. At the same time, he has also established the Pegasus Merchant Guild to provide financial support to the Prince of Yan."
Zu An thought to himself, "No wonder when I infiltrated the Pegasus Merchant Guild last time and saw Zhang Che with those wandering members of the Demonic Sect, Qiu Honglei came out several times to divert my investigation from the Pegasus Merchant Guild."
But this silly girl, don't let that Prince Yan sell you out and then still be counting money for him.
"This time they also want to replace the Zhenyuan Chamber of Commerce and completely control the trading channels with the demon race. Naturally, we will not allow such a thing to happen. Your Highness is very resourceful. From the beginning, you arranged the spy Tao Hong in the Jade Workshop under the Pegasus Chamber of Commerce. With a little guidance, you can lead the imperial envoy to eliminate the Prince of Yan's forces."
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After hearing the whole story, Zu'an was quite impressed with King Qi. He had planned and strategized from afar, making clear arrangements for all the forces in Yunzhong County.
At this moment, Han Fengqiu tentatively asked, "I've said everything I need to say, can you let me go now?"
He initially had the courage to die, but after so long, he suddenly couldn't bear to die anymore.
Although my cultivation has been destroyed, being alive is better than being dead.
Zuan said in a deep voice, "Go to the grave of Chenzhou's wife and children, sincerely repent and apologize, and beg for their forgiveness, and I will let you go."
The other villagers haven't had time to be buried yet; currently, only the mother and child have graves.
Han Fengqiu was overjoyed: "Good, good, good, I will definitely apologize sincerely. Although they did not die at my hands, I still bear some responsibility."
Zuan could tell he was shifting the blame, but he didn't say anything.
Soon, carrying Hu Xin's head, they arrived at the grave of Chen Zhou's wife and children on the outskirts of the city with Han Fengqiu.
Zuan silently placed Hu Xin's head in front of the grave, then lit three sticks of incense and bowed.
Despite his many thoughts, he didn't say anything at that moment; anything he said would be too inadequate.
Seeing how serious he was, Han Fengqiu was somewhat dismissive. They were just a few lowly peasants; did they really need to be so earnest?
However, in order to survive, he dared not reveal his true thoughts.
Instead, he stood there weeping and apologizing. When Zu An still didn't react, he gritted his teeth and even knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly to the tombstone.
He harbored a deep resentment, vowing to repay this humiliation a hundredfold in the future.
Although his cultivation was destroyed, he could still slowly absorb the blood of cultivators to rebuild his cultivation through the Abiro Sword. Given time, it was not impossible for him to regain his strength.
Seeing that his forehead was red and swollen from banging on the ground, Zu An nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with his performance.
Han Fengqiu was overjoyed, thinking that this hurdle had finally been overcome. This guy looked ruthless, but he was just a woman with a soft heart.
Just as he was about to stand up, a cold glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, his head flew into the air.
"You..." Han Fengqiu's last consciousness filled him with shock and anger, as if he were cursing Zu An for breaking his promise.
Zuan gently wiped the blood off the sword, seemingly disgusted by its filth.
While wiping his sword, he said calmly, "Whether they forgive you or not is their business. I'm only responsible for taking you to see them."
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