Chapter 89 Suicide Letter
After sending out the assassins, Han Zhaozhong waited for news in his mansion. His right eyelid twitched several times, and he always felt that some disaster was about to happen.
"With more than a dozen people, it's not possible that they can't even kill a woman, right?"
He muttered to himself.
After his title was stripped and his property was confiscated, in order to save money, he laid off all the servants and only kept the secret guards.
He sent sixteen of the twenty-four secret guards to assassinate Qi.
It should be foolproof, right?
Even if something happens, those assassins will commit suicide and he will not be implicated. What disaster can he suffer?
It's just that things have been going wrong lately, I'm in a bad mood, and my eyelids are twitching.
Superstition is unacceptable.
After drinking a pot of chrysanthemum tea, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and he coiled up his collection of giant clam bracelets one by one.
Just then, the attendant hurried into the study.
"Master, Han Yi and the others... are all dead."
Han Zhaozhong paused what he was doing.
"Where's Qi?"
"All safe and sound."
Han Zhaozhong's face instantly turned as dark as a pot.
"How did you fail?"
After listening to the report from his attendant, he said nothing and only waved his hand to send the attendant away after a long time.
Then he threw the bracelet in his hand hard against the wall.
"I really underestimated Ji Changqing."
This man looks like a loyal minister, but he actually has a group of peerless masters under his belt.
The Han family's secret guards who were painstakingly trained were no match for his men.
"The emperor should not know the existence of these people."
After calming down, he pondered to himself.
The emperor was very suspicious and would trust a minister who relied on him completely, but would never trust a minister who had the ability to assassinate him.
If there is any instigation, the emperor will never let Ji Changqing live.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved and picked up the bracelet from the ground and continued to play with it.
After dinner and a bath at night, I went to bed early.
While sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by the light.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the candle in the room was on.
He immediately turned over and sat up, pulled out the dagger from under his pillow, and carefully opened the bed curtain.
A masked man in black was sitting at the half-moon table by the window, grinding ink.
Seeing his movements, she only slightly raised her eyelids.
"Awake? Get up and write your last letter."
Han Zhaozhong: “!!!”
"Someone come!"
He called for help without hesitation.
The secret guard who should have appeared at the first moment was nowhere to be seen.
His heart sank.
He reached out his right hand to the head of the bed and pressed the mechanism.
This mechanism is connected to a bell outside. Once it is pressed, the servants and other secret guards will hear the bell and rush over.
After a moment, a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.
No one came to rescue him.
The entire mansion was as quiet as if the entire family had been wiped out.
"Don't bother with that. You're the only one in the Han family who has your eyes open. Of course, if you don't want to leave a last word, you can close your eyes."
The masked man in black said.
The voice was calm and indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
He clenched his fists. "Did you kill them all?"
"It just made them fall asleep."
After the masked man in black finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a slightly plump figure who was also masked dragged a few people into the room.
They are his sons.
The slightly plump figure threw them to the ground and kicked them. Those people groaned but did not wake up.
"Is your son here?"
The masked man in black said.
"Whether the Han family will be extinct depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."
Han Zhaozhong's expression suddenly changed: "I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?"
"You don't even know who I am, so how do you know we have no grudges?" The masked man in black sneered, "I'll give you half an incense stick of time. If you don't write a suicide note, I'll have to send your sons to hell."
After saying that, he took out half a stick of incense and a fire starter from his pocket and lit them.
He took out another medicine bottle and fed medicine to Han Zhaozhong's sons on the ground.
Han Zhaozhong looked at his youngest son, who immediately curled up and twitched with a look of pain on his face, and said with gritted teeth, "You can even kill a five-year-old child. Are you still human?"
"Master Han is not qualified to say this, right?"
The masked man in black said.
"When you shielded the former Crown Prince from his atrocities in the Rongchang Marquisate, you didn't even consider yourself a human being. How come your son's life is a life, but those children's lives aren't?"
Are they here for those dead children?
"Are you Ji Changqing's man?" he asked.
The masked man in black flicked the incense ash to make the half incense stick burn more vigorously.
"It seems that Master Han is aware of the gravity of his crimes and does not want his descendants to live in disgrace."
Han Zhaozhong walked towards the masked man in black with a gloomy face.
The other party handed him a piece of paper and said, "Just copy it."
He glanced at it and saw the words written on it: "I am Han Zhaozhong, the former Marquis of Rongchang. This is my last letter. By the time you read this, I will have been assassinated. The one who sent someone to assassinate me was none other than the former Crown Prince Zhao Bixiang. Zhao Bixiang is the culprit behind the disappearance of the adopted children in the orphanage and the skeleton case at the Marquis of Rongchang's mansion. He is also the true leader of the Ruifeng Society. My two children are just scapegoats pushed before the public by him..."
A vein twitched in his forehead.
"Even if I write this suicide letter, I will still be childless!"
When the Crown Prince and the Emperor see this suicide letter, they will never let the Han family go!
Masked man in black: "It's better to live a few more days than to die immediately, what do you think?"
Han Zhaozhong: “…”
He copied the suicide letter with a gloomy face, and then, at the request of the masked man in black, signed and stamped it with his private seal.
After putting down the seal, he suddenly turned around, raised his hand towards the masked man in black, pressed the short crossbow mechanism on his wrist, and planned to take the man's life when he relaxed after achieving his goal.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his back, his hand tilted, and the crossbow arrow deviated and hit the wall.
He fell down with a loud bang.
Looking at his little son right in front of him, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You must keep your word..."
There was no sound anymore.
After the handwriting on the suicide letter from Feng Qingsui and the others had dried completely, they put it away and told Wuhua, "Send them back to their room."
What she had just fed these people was just medicine that caused abdominal pain.
After leaving Han's house, she took Wuhua to find a movable type printing workshop, woke up the apprentice who was guarding the shop, spent a lot of money, checked out all the characters she wanted, and did the typeset and printing herself, printing hundreds of copies of the suicide note that Han Zhao had copied.
Then he asked Wuhua to post the letter at the entrances of major restaurants, teahouses and theaters in the capital.
It was also posted on the doors of the Han family and the homes of some powerful people.
Some were also scattered in the alleys.
After reading the documents in the middle of the night and listening to Yan Chi's report, Ji Changqing learned of her movements: "..."
This person never waits overnight to take revenge?
He was silent for a moment, then instructed Yan Chi, "Go and help clean up the mess. Don't let the people from the Pursuit Division notice their actions."
He summoned Zhuying again and said, "Take the suicide note posted on the door of Han's house, print a few more copies, and post them on the doors of the Dali Temple, the Jingzhao Yin, the censors' houses, as well as on the notice boards at the entrance of the Imperial Palace and all the major city gates in the capital."
After receiving the order, Zhuying caught up with Yan Chi and asked, "Who is our master's widowed sister-in-law? Is she a new spy under his command?"
Yan Chi said expressionlessly: "It's your great-aunt."
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