Her voice was very soft, so soft that only Zheng Quchi could hear it.
She was still playing her little tricks, how could Zheng Quchi not know?
"Then... what about Muko?"
“He is too.” Gongshu Lan’s lips trembled from the pain in her hand.
Zheng Quchi was stunned for a moment. She lowered her eyes, stared at her face for a long time, and then asked her in a low, hoarse voice, "Why did you kill them?"
Now that things have come to this point, Gongshu Lan naturally has no need to hide anything anymore: "Didn't you already guess most of it? Because I took your letter."
It was indeed her who did it.
Zheng Quchi couldn't understand what she, a mere craftswoman, had done to offend her so much that she would go to such lengths to scheme against her.
She asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it because of me..."
"Yes, you killed them!" Gongshulan saw that she cared so much about the life and death of the two men, and with a flick of her autumn eyes, she used this to provoke her: "If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have died, and these soldiers wouldn't have suffered this disaster."
However, Zheng Quchi did not do as she wished; she remained clear-headed: "No, it's because you want to harm people!"
Zheng Quchi refused to be manipulated by a murderer. He raised the knife high, aiming precisely at her heart: "A life for a life, that's the principle everywhere."
Gongshu Lan never expected that she would not even ask the reason before intending to kill her: "No! Don't kill me! Do you know who I am? I am Gongshu Lan!"
One of her hands was crushed by Zheng Quchi's knee, leaving her with only her injured hand. As Zheng Quchi pulled out the tip of his knife, she endured the intense pain and quietly reached for her waistband, where there was a mechanism that could kill her in a moment of crisis.
But you only get one chance.
"Even if you were Gongshu Lan, or even if you were Gongshu Ji Ruo now, you would still have to pay for Mu Shu's life!" Zheng Quchi's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he spoke, and he was about to stab him.
But at that moment, Yuwen Sheng suddenly turned his dark eyes and flicked out an iron olive, which struck Zheng Quchi in the side. Her dagger veered off course, and she fell to the side.
This blow undoubtedly worsened her already injured body, causing her to buckle and cough up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing her cough up blood, her profile cold and pale, yet she never glanced in his direction, Yuwen Sheng felt a heavy weight in his heart, as if a stone were pressing down on it. But in reality, his heartbeat remained steady and calm, cold and ruthless.
Zheng Quchi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his gaze fixed indifferently on the ground.
Fortunately, no vital organs were injured.
Gongshu Lan's deadly poison had just narrowly missed Zheng Quchi, leaving her filled with resentment but helpless.
She shoved Zheng Quchi, who was lying on top of her, and stumbled to her feet, trying to run towards Yuwen Sheng.
Zheng Quchi knew that, unlike her lowly fate and the lack of anyone to rely on, Gongshu Lan was born superior, with the entire Gongshu family standing behind her.
Yuwen Sheng wouldn't let Gongshu Lan die. He'd kept her by his side for so long because he valued her in various ways, but...
Zheng Quchi slowly raised her eyes, her light brown eyes cold and clear—she must die today.
She got up from the ground, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the side, and stared at Gongshu Lan Niaoying's beautiful back as she hurriedly fled: "Uncle Mu, Feng Qing, one life for two lives, it's still a loss in the end."
As she spoke, she threw the dagger in her hand at her.
The wind whistled, and she moved with lightning speed, striking Gongshu Lan in the back with a "thud".
She screamed and fell to the ground.
She lay on the ground, her beautiful eyes misty with tears, and turned around in disbelief: "You..."
Blood gushed from her throat, blocking her mouth and nose.
"I no longer want to know why you wanted to harm me and kill me. I only know that things could go wrong if I wait too long. You probably never thought you would die here today."
Zheng Quchi slowly stood up from the ground, clutching her bleeding side, her eyes filled with desolation.
She thought she would never be able to let go of the fact that she had killed someone.
However, she wouldn't be so weak as to not be able to do it.
"Sang Xuanqing! Do you know what you're doing?! That's Gongshu Lan, Gongshu Jiruo's sister! Do you want to make an enemy of the entire Northern Abyss Kingdom?!"
At this moment, Wei Yao pulled her from behind. His face was stern as he tried to check on Gongshu Lan's condition, but Zheng Quchi behind him called out to him.
"Brother Wei, thank you."
Thank you for always believing in me, knowing that I had private contact with Mohist disciples, and for concealing it due to personal reasons, yet still being willing to teach me something as useful as the "Soft Bone Technique".
He turned around and saw that Zheng Quchi's usually dark and thin face now had a deathly gray tinge, and his large eyes were no longer bright and clear, only a blank and dim look remained.
She continued to slowly back away: "I owe Uncle Mu a debt, and I indirectly harmed someone. Although I avenged them, the dead cannot be brought back to life."
"What are you talking about? Why are you so sure this is related to Gongshu Lan?" Wei Yao asked her urgently.
Zheng Quchi suppressed the sob rising in her throat; she didn't have time to explain the whole story to him.
"With my complicated and unspeakable past, Yuwen Sheng will no longer trust me. I only regret that I did not witness the city wall I oversaw the construction of standing on Guixu Ridge. I killed Gongshu Lan, but I cannot explain the reasons to you in detail. However, she was the one who orchestrated everything behind the scenes. But no matter what the truth is, I know that Ye Kingdom can no longer tolerate me."
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