Jia Fu was deeply conflicted.
He had already ruled out Fang Yuan as a suspect and was almost certain that Jia Gui was the mastermind behind it all.
But even if I know the truth, what can I do? A surge of grief and indignation rose in Jia Fu's heart. I have no evidence. If I go before Father and accuse Jia Gui with nothing but empty words, Father will probably think I'm trying to frame him instead!
Jia Fu was very shrewd. He looked towards Fang Yuan, a sharp glint flashing repeatedly in his eyes.
Jia Jin Sheng had traveled north and south with him. Now that Jia Jin Sheng had gone missing, Jia Fu naturally bore the responsibility of failing to take proper care of him! Since he could not accuse Jia Gui, he had to give his father an explanation.
And that explanation was right before his eyes!
Not bad. If I use this Fang Yuan as a scapegoat, I can barely muddle through this. As long as I get past this hurdle, I may be able to reclaim it all twofold later. A wicked thought suddenly arose in Jia Fu's heart.
He abruptly raised his voice and sternly pressed Fang Yuan again. "Fang Yuan, how can you prove that you did not secretly harm Jia Jin Sheng?"
The clan elders could not help but be stunned. This was plainly an internal struggle within the Jia family—why was he still clinging to one of their clansmen?
Only the Gu Yue Clan Leader's expression darkened, his gaze turning sharp as he stared fixedly at Jia Fu.
"Fang Yuan, do you have any witnesses to prove that you were not present and had no time to harm Jia Jin Sheng? If not, then you are the murderer!" Jia Fu