An Che guessed that the massacre of the family might be related to a powerful figure, but he never imagined that the figure would be of such immense importance.
At this moment, he finally raised his eyes and stared straight at His Majesty without flinching.
"I don't believe it!"
Three words, each one resounding.
"So, what did you find out?"
A profound sense of absurdity filled my heart, and my temples throbbed violently.
With the truth he had been pursuing for over a decade finally within reach, how could An Che not be excited?
"It may be related to a benefactor."
Qin Minghuang remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she felt somewhat disappointed.
It's her fault for being greedy. What could she possibly find out on her own?
It's okay if we can't find it; perhaps there are some clues in An Che's memories.
It may seem insignificant to him, or he may no longer remember it, but it may hold the key to the truth.
Lingduo is most skilled in this area, so it is most appropriate for him to take over.
The next moment, a condensed gust of wind appeared and struck An Che's sleeping acupoint.
Before she could react, her eyes rolled back and she fainted again, only to be caught steadily by Lingduo.
"Be quick. Also, send someone to keep an eye on Qin Wenyuan, but don't touch him for now."
"yes!"
Lingduo and his men disappeared without a sound.
Qin Minghuang's gaze was unfocused; she didn't call out to Su Quan, lost in thought.
The problem of illegally forged ironware lies hidden. Two months have passed since it was discovered, and the Xuanji Guard has yet to uncover any valuable clues.
That's why she suspected the aristocratic families.
Even without evidence, how many companies in Manda can keep things airtight and leave no trace afterward?
Qin Minghuang had suspected the second son. If the aristocratic families harbored the intention to overthrow her as empress, the second son would be the best choice.
However, after several clandestine investigations, no private dealings were found between the second son and the Wang, Cui, Feng, and Li families.
Are there any other possibilities?
Qin Minghuang actually thought of one clue: the clues lay with An Che's father.
Fourteen years have passed, is it really possible?
In the Chengyuan Underground Palace, Qin Zhaoyue couldn't help but shiver after listening to the story told by the head of the God of Wealth.
Good heavens, this is the method of a powerful family.
It is truly all-pervasive and airtight!
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