At this moment, Mo Ye crossed his hands to watch the debate below, which was about truth and falsehood, and was not in a hurry to have a life-or-death battle with Yuwen Sheng.
This method of sending the message was indeed unlike Sang Xuanqing's usual style. She always valued safety and secrecy, and would never send it to the border scouts so carelessly.
He thought she had come to her senses and was planning to abandon everything to come to him and serve him, but now it seems there might be more to the story.
After dodging a barrage of firestones, Yuwen Sheng's team was rescuing some of the wounded while the rest kept watch on Mo Ye's team. Meanwhile, the trial and interrogation that had been interrupted earlier resumed.
This time, however, Gongshu Lan and Sang Xuanqing were in opposite situations. Seeing that Mo Ye had temporarily stopped because of Sang Xuanqing, they were also moved by this dispute and watched the standoff quietly.
“You said that he found the military deployment map from me and the first thing he did was to find you to identify it. But there are so many Ye Kingdom craftsmen in the camp. Which one of them is more reliable and trustworthy than you, an outsider? Unless you have a private relationship with him that is closer than others.”
Gongshu Lan admired Yuwen Sheng and naturally did not want to be misunderstood.
She immediately denied it: "No, he and I are just like-minded friends. But I come from a wealthy family and have a better understanding than others. There is nothing wrong with him seeking me out."
"Even if what you said is true, this is still inappropriate. When he didn't tell anyone about this stolen military deployment map, including his colleagues, and didn't report it to the general, but instead handed it directly to you, an outsider, even though he sensed that the situation was tense, he still left it for you to study the details slowly until he was killed. Do you think this is reasonable?"
"You're making wild guesses. We only met that night to discuss things, but the next day he..."
"Then he died, right?"
Gongshu Lan didn't speak for a moment. She didn't understand what Zheng Quchi wanted to ask or what flaw he wanted to find in her answer. She was worried that she would give the wrong answer.
Zheng Quchi can confirm one thing.
"Gongshu Lan, did you kill Feng Qing?"
Gongshu Lan remained calm and said, "No."
"Muko, did you kill him?"
"no."
At this moment, Gongshu Lan completely lost her previous ease and composure, unaware that she was being led by the nose by Zheng Quchi.
Because of her guilty conscience, and because as the person who secretly orchestrated everything, she would instinctively defend herself and clear her name if questioned.
But she didn't want to think that if it were her usual self, would she answer every question so readily about something that had nothing to do with her?
No, she would only feel that the other person had no right to question her in such a tone. She would put on a gentle smile and remain silent, waiting for the other person to become furious and make a fool of themselves.
"Uncle Mu once told me that the letter I entrusted to him to deliver to Wei Yao was given to Feng Qing, but Feng Qing died before delivering it, and my letter disappeared. But now, another letter has been sent to the border country of Julu by someone imitating the wording of my letter and after some alterations. Among them, the one most deeply involved with Feng Qing, the key person who lost the letter, and who is trying to convict me with a fake military deployment map, is you. Tell me, if it has nothing to do with you, then who does it have to do with?"
Zheng Quchi's throat was already somewhat injured, and after this long speech, he felt that his mouth was full of the taste of rust, and his voice was even more hoarse.
Gongshu Lan didn't bother to examine the inconsistencies in her statement, but simply denied it outright: "So, you're saying I did all this? Sang Xuanqing, you're making baseless accusations! How could a weak woman like me, who can't even kill a chicken, kill someone?"
"There are many ways to kill someone. Using a beautiful woman as a weapon is one way, and using someone else to do the dirty work is another."
Gongshu Lan became agitated by Zheng Quchi's relentless questioning. She finally realized that there was no need for her to get entangled with him. As long as Yuwen Sheng didn't believe her, nothing she said would matter.
“General, I have no grudge against Sang Xuanqing, so I have no reason to do this. Besides, it is an undeniable fact that she betrayed Ye Kingdom and you. Her identity is multifaceted; she could be a disciple of the Mohist school one moment and a spy for Julu Kingdom the next, but she is definitely not that law-abiding Sang Gong from Fu County in Ye Kingdom.”
Gongshu Lan is quite adept at stirring up conflict.
Those who know Yuwen Sheng know that he only keeps people he absolutely trusts by his side. Even though Zheng Quchi had previously used her "eloquent writing" to exonerate herself from various suspicions and crimes, the fact that she betrayed Yuwen Sheng's personal information to Mo Ye of Julu Kingdom was enough to sentence her to "death".
Yuwen Sheng finally spoke.
"Sang Xuanqing, you once said that you were coerced into doing things by people from Julu Kingdom. Was that person Mo Ye? And you and Mo Ye had been secretly exchanging close private messages during that time?"
Otherwise, how could Mo Ye be so sure that the letter was written by her, unless he was already very familiar with her handwriting?
Even if Mo Ye returned and regrouped to try and seize the city again, he could remain calm and composed.
But what he didn't expect was that Sang Xuanqing's constant lies and repeated concealment of the truth would upset him.
When Zheng Quchi faced Gongshu Lan, she could still be arrogant and domineering, but once Yuwen Sheng came to ask her personally, she felt her blood run cold and her hair stand on end.
She couldn't deny that she had never learned how to write with a calligraphy brush in modern times, but after transmigrating, thanks to the instincts of this body, she could naturally hold and write with a calligraphy brush as soon as she picked it up, although her handwriting was a little ugly in a rather unique way.
She had seen some of Sang Xuanqing's calligraphy, and it was the same. Perhaps because they shared the same body, some of their little habits were inherited.
"If I say no, would you believe me?"
Yuwen Sheng turned his head and smiled without any reservation: "I believe you."
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