"You should rest well. Don't think about suicide during this time. I won't have anyone torture you for the time being." After saying that, Zu An got up and walked out.
Zhang Zitong's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"
Normally, this place is the home of the Embroidered-Robe Envoy, but now it feels like a den of demons to her.
The only thing that gave her some warmth and comfort was this Eleventh Lord. If he left, she suspected that she would be swallowed up by darkness.
"Since you're unwilling to tell me, I'll have to find someone else." Zu An smiled, then pushed open the door and walked out.
Seeing him come out, Xiao Jianren, who was waiting outside, hurriedly went to greet him and subconsciously asked, "Are you done?"
After asking the question, his face flushed red, and he wished he could slap himself.
Zuan looked puzzled. What kind of question was that?
However, she still replied, "It's not that easy to finish. She's been rescued for now, but she'll be kept under house arrest here for the time being, and no one is allowed to approach her."
"Yes!" Xiao Jianren said with a fawning smile. "Sir, your method of saving people is quite unique. Look at you, you're covered in sweat. You must be exhausted."
Although he liked Zhang Zitong, he was only attracted by her beauty and long legs, which aroused his male instinctual impulse.
It's impossible to say how much she loved him, especially since Zhang Zitong had never shown any interest in her.
Now that she is suspected of murdering the seventh-ranked gold medalist, such a terrible disaster, how could he dare to provoke her?
Although he felt terrible in the courtyard just now, he had come to terms with it after so long. Letting the Eleventh Lord take her in was actually a good ending for her.
After spending the past two years together, he has come to truly admire and respect the Eleventh Prince.
"I am a little tired." Zu An hadn't expected the other party to misunderstand, so he gave a few instructions and left in a hurry.
Xiao Jianren was somewhat envious, thinking that he should ask the Eleventh Lord for advice another day, what skill could bring both joy and detoxification.
Hearing faint sounds outside the door, Zhang Zitong couldn't help but touch her burning face; she was so embarrassed.
However, the Eleventh Lord is truly a gentle person. Even in this situation, he was unwilling to force me. How did such a kind person manage to survive among the Embroidered Robe Envoys?
After Zu An left, he went straight to the prefectural governor's mansion. Zhang Jie was somewhat surprised by his return.
"We've caught a big fish this time." Zu An, ever the social butterfly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then briefly explained that Zhang Zitong was a spy.
Zhang Jie was startled: "Did they get anything out of her through torture? A spy like her is bound to be extremely cautious. Be careful she doesn't commit suicide."
Zu An nodded: "She did attempt suicide, but she was rescued. We've interrogated her for half a day, but she hasn't revealed anything yet. But it's alright. I'll go out for a bit and ask Miss Xie, a disciple of Master Yan, for a True Word Talisman. That should be enough to get the information I want from her. I'm here to ask Lord Zhang for his help in securing the outer perimeter of the Embroidered Robe Envoy's territory."
Zhang Jie's expression turned serious: "Don't worry, Lord Eleven. These are extraordinary times. I will definitely send more people to ensure Zhang Zitong's safety."
Zuan nodded: "I need to hurry, so I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, he left quickly.
Zhang Jie hurriedly summoned his men and gave them instructions on the security arrangements.
After nightfall, Zhang Zitong curled up in bed, hugging her knees and staring blankly.
Just then, a soft sound came from outside the door. She was overjoyed. Had the Eleventh Lord returned?
Just then, a man in black flashed in, his gleaming knife slashing directly at her.
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