Chapter 267 Another Possibility
The sword finger pressed against the neck vein, and a strand of pure true energy pierced in like a needle.
Tongtian Horse's body shook violently, and it suddenly woke up from the chaos.
As soon as he raised his head, the bright yellow figure behind the dragon table caught his eye - it was the empress!
In an instant, he was struck by lightning and froze in place like a clay or wooden sculpture.
In just three or four breaths, uncontrollable fear emerged from the cracks in his bones, and his whole body trembled endlessly.
The whole person seemed to have his spine pulled out, and he collapsed to the ground with his whole body prostrated.
The empress's gaze was a little vague, as if it was looking through his trembling body and falling on a vague figure.
Two captains of the Xuanji Guard were mobilized to capture the Nine Gates tonight.
Hiding in the open is for taking; listening to the bell in the dark is for surrounding.
Except for two people, the rest of the subordinates only learned the content of the mission after arriving at Chengyuan.
Yinzhe guessed from the attack without siege that His Majesty was planning to alert the enemy.
She was right, but not entirely.
Lingduo also has a most secret mission: to secretly bring back Tongtian Horse.
The leader of the Nine Gates thought that he had hidden himself in the city or gone far away, and that he had disappeared with good reason.
"I...I, a humble commoner, kowtow to Your Majesty..."
Finally, Tongtianma regained some of his sanity and stammered out these words.
He moved among the powerful and wealthy, mediated between the black and white worlds, and took care of government officials, earning the nickname "Tongtianma".
Now, this name seems like an irony.
Tongtian Tongtian, when he actually stood before the emperor, he couldn't even speak a coherent sentence.
I banged my head against the floor tiles, trying hard to think about what value I had and why I deserved to see the emperor.
But my mind went blank and I couldn't think of any possibility.
"An Che, your father, An Shichen, was a famous broker in Fengjing during the old calendar."
Tongtianma Anche was stunned. He hadn't heard his real name for a long time.
"Look up."
Not daring to hesitate, An Che knelt tremblingly, raised his head and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the dazzling bright yellow.
Qin Minghuang stared straight at his face.
Don't be fooled by his handsome scholarly appearance. An Che is actually thirty-seven years old this year.
His cultivation level is average, only at the fifth level, but he has the secret to maintaining his youthful appearance.
Qin Minghuang's memory of his father was originally vague, not to mention that so many years had passed.
After looking for a while, I didn't find any familiar inspiration.
"An Shichen died in the 41st year of the lunar calendar..."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Why did he die?"
"Hungover and sound asleep, the candle accidentally fell."
"Do you believe it?"
An Che clenched his fists tightly. How could he possibly believe it!
The brokers relied on their poor intelligence and eloquence, and their status was lower than that of merchants.
I still remember that when I was young, my family was not poor, but we lived a tight life.
Even if my father could make a business, he would not dare to squander it at all, because the business might not be open for ten days or half a month.
Most of the days are spent on budgeting, but this is the case for most of the people in Fengjing.
It wasn't until An Che was twelve years old that the family suddenly became well-off.
My father took a job with a large merchant caravan from the Western Regions, which opened up some opportunities for him.
From then on, life improved step by step at a visible pace.
He bought a two-story house, raised horses, and was sent to a private school.
But the good times did not last long. After only two years, a fire destroyed everything and both parents died in that "accident".
Yes, An Che never believed that it was an accident.
He remembered that during the last period of time, his father often did not come home at night and they rarely saw each other.
Even if we meet, he often looks sad and forces a smile, with a look of sorrow that cannot be erased from his brows.
The most important thing is that although they had originally agreed to go on an outing together, their parents suddenly had something to do and could not go. In the end, An Che went with his familiar playmates from the Western Region caravan.
As a result, he fell asleep in the carriage as soon as he left the city.
Along the way, An Che was tied up, his mouth was stuffed with cotton cloth, and he was drugged. He was in a daze all day until he arrived in the Western Regions.
When he arrived at the place, he was told that both his parents had died in the fire.
I wanted to escape, but I couldn't.
The merchant trapped him in a remote village and arranged for a teacher to teach him knowledge and a martial arts master to teach him martial arts.
No meat or elixirs used for cultivation were left behind, but he was not allowed to leave.
It was not until he was twenty years old that An Che was promoted to the fifth level.
The former master disappeared, and the Hu merchant could not be found after searching all over the Western Regions.
Five years of constraints were gone in an instant. An Che immediately bought a household registration, packed his luggage and returned to Fengjing.
With his excellent martial arts and brokerage skills, he gained some fame in the martial arts world.
Later, he was valued by the God of Wealth and was taken into the Nine Gates, becoming a Tongtian horse who spoke human words to people and spoke ghost words to ghosts.
After taking office, he has been secretly investigating the truth of that year.
Hard work pays off. He finally found an opportunity to sneak into the Jingzhao Prefecture's Jiage Library and found the case files from that year.
He was hungover and sleeping soundly, and the candle accidentally fell, but it did not affect the surrounding houses.
There were only a few words, but one of them was: It was not just the parents who died, but a family of three!
At that moment, An Che was absolutely certain that his father had long guessed that someone was going to attack his family.
Not only did he secretly ask Hu Shang to take him out of the city, he also prepared a scapegoat in advance!
But his father was nothing more than a broker. Even if there were any frictions in the business, he shouldn't have gone to the extent of killing to silence the witness.
An Che was puzzled and became more cautious from then on.
While continuing the investigation in Fengjing, he also secretly sent people to look for the Hu merchant.
After all these years, only a few fragments have been found.
But now, His Majesty actually asked about the cause of his father's death!
An Che guessed that the extermination of the family might be related to a noble person, but he never thought it would be so noble.
At this moment, he finally raised his eyes and stared straight at His Majesty without dodging.
"I don't believe it!"
Three words, powerful and resounding.
"So, what did you find out?"
A huge sense of absurdity filled my heart, and my forehead was throbbing violently.
The truth that he had been pursuing for more than ten years was now right in front of him. How could An Che not be excited?
"Maybe it's related to a noble person."
Qin Minghuang remained calm, but he actually felt a little disappointed.
Blame her for being greedy. What can she find out on her own?
It doesn’t matter if you can’t find it, maybe there are some clues in An Che’s memory.
Maybe it seems insignificant to him, maybe he no longer remembers it, but it may contain the key to the truth.
Lingduo is the best at this, so he is the most suitable person to take over.
The next moment, a condensed gust of wind appeared and hit An Che's sleeping spot.
Before he could react, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again, and was caught steadily by Lingduo.
"Hurry up, send someone else to keep an eye on Qin Wenyuan, and don't touch him for now."
"yes!"
Lingduo and his men disappeared silently.
Qin Minghuang's eyes were unfocused. He didn't call Su Quan and just sat there in a daze.
The problem of privately cast ironware is hidden in the dark. Two months have passed since it was discovered, and Xuanji Guard has not yet tracked down any valuable clues.
Because of this, she suspected the aristocratic family.
Even if there is no evidence, how many companies can be so secretive that no one can find the source or the end of the matter afterwards? How many companies can do this?
Qin Minghuang had suspected the second son. If the aristocratic family had the intention of overthrowing her as the empress, the second son would be the best choice.
However, after several secret investigations, they found no private dealings between the second brother and the Wang, Cui, Feng, and Li families.
Are there any other possibilities?
Qin Minghuang actually thought of one, and the clue fell on An Che's father.
Fourteen years later, is it really possible?
In the underground palace of Chengyuan, Qin Zhaoyue shuddered uncontrollably after listening to the story told by the skull of the God of Wealth.
Wow, this is the method used by the aristocratic families.
It's truly pervasive and airtight!
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