Bring them here and take them down

Lord of Yuyi City Wang Anming was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale as fear trembled through his heart.

He had thought Jiang Lan's mention of an assassination just now had been a casual remark. Who would have thought that, listening to it now, it actually seemed to be true...

And... it seemed to have been premeditated for a long time.

This son-in-law of the Su Family was a well-known good-for-nothing in Yuyi City. Everyone knew he had no cultivation, yet today he had suddenly displayed such formidable strength, nearly killing the Prime Minister's son.

What had he been lying low and concealing himself in Yuyi City all these years for? Could there really be such a coincidence?

Zhao Tianhe's brows furrowed as well, because even he felt that Jiang Lan's words made a great deal of sense. Once the threads were teased apart, one would find that so many coincidences had happened to converge at precisely the same time.

He could not help giving Jiang Lan a deep look.

Though Jiang Lan was a Second Generation Scion with no cultivation who only knew how to lean on his background to bully others, that did not mean he was stupid.

Could a child born to the Prime Minister and that person truly be a fool?

Though he had run rampant through Yangjing City over the years, arrogant and overbearing, stirring up no small amount of trouble.

After this encounter today, Zhao Tianhe discovered that this Prime Minister's son possessed a meticulous, watertight mind. He was far cleverer than the world imagined.

"Luckily, he cannot cultivate, and the Prime Minister has only this one child. That is the only reason the imperial family has been able to catch its breath. Otherwise, the situation at court would likely be even more chaotic and terrifying..."

Zhao Tianhe inwardly let out a breath, feeling somewhat fortunate.

If Jiang Lan had been able to cultivate, then given the talents of his father and mother, who knew how terrifyingly high his aptitude would be? Even calling him unparalleled through the ages would not be an exaggeration.

But at that thought, an idea suddenly surfaced in Zhao Tianhe's mind.

Was Jiang Lan truly incapable of cultivation? Or had he been hiding it all along, merely playing the role of a good-for-nothing before the world?

If that were really the case...

He did not dare think any further. His back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Bloody slander, utter nonsense—what a joke. Let this shameless villain smear and frame me as he pleases; I stand upright and honorable, with a clear conscience."

Lin Fan's eyes brimmed with fury and icy intent, bloodshot veins showing at their corners. It was clear he was enraged beyond measure.

Yet the State of mind he had gained in his previous life ultimately allowed him to gradually calm down from his towering rage.

He merely looked coldly at Jiang Lan, his eyes filled with indifference and disdain.

He knew that no matter how he explained matters today, it would be useless. So he simply stopped explaining.

"Young Master Lin, although this old man believes in your character, today's matter..."

Seeing Lin Fan like this, Zhao Tianhe also felt somewhat troubled. He wished to help Lin Fan, but what had happened today had already exceeded his expectations.

He had even begun to somewhat believe Jiang Lan's conjecture.

At Lin Fan's age, he already possessed such ability. Even the favored prodigies of those Immortal Sects and Great Sects might not be able to achieve this.

He could not possibly be an ordinary man, yet he had chosen to be a son-in-law who suffered humiliation in Yuyi City. Was that not laughable?

If Lin Fan had truly been plotting to assassinate Jiang Lan, then Zhao Tianhe would have to be more cautious and promptly draw a clear line between them, lest he be dragged into it. Otherwise, when the Prime Minister settled accounts, he would have more than he could swallow.

Lin Fan did indeed have a debt of gratitude toward Zhao Dieyi, but that debt was not worth gambling the entire Zhao Manor on.

Zhao Dieyi also said with a complicated expression, "Young Master Lin, since you are innocent, then why..."

In truth, as she saw it, the greatest question at present was why Lin Fan had remained in Yuyi City as a son-in-law and concealed his strength for so many years.

As long as that matter was explained clearly, could not every misunderstanding be resolved?

Hearing this, Lin Fan gave her a cold look and asked, "Even Miss Zhao doubts me?"

A wave of disappointment rose in his heart.

He had thought Zhao Dieyi was clever and quick-witted, with decent talent—a person worth cultivating. So long as he gave her a little guidance, she would surely accomplish great things in the future.

Yet at a time like this, she would rather believe the one-sided words of that shameless villain Jiang Lan than believe him.

Zhao Dieyi was momentarily at a loss for words, then sensibly fell silent.

She had wanted to help Lin Fan explain himself, but since he did not appreciate it, there was nothing she could do.

"Today, I can spare you for the time being. As long as you wisely confess your companions and origins, I can consider forgiving you this once."

Jiang Lan stared at Lin Fan and spoke unhurriedly.

"Now, what else do you have to say?"

"Seize him for me."

Lord of Yuyi City had been waiting for this very moment. Now, seeing that the mysterious Great Scholar Zhao Tianhe had also fallen silent.

He immediately waved a hand and ordered the guards to rush forward and capture Lin Fan on the spot.

Lin Fan merely watched the scene coldly, in no hurry to act.

He still possessed his greatest trump card, enough to let him escape safely should his life ever be in danger.

He merely wanted to see what other tricks and schemes this Second Generation Scion had up his sleeve.

Su Qinghan was in a daze.

No matter what, today's events had arisen because of her younger sister, Su Qingyao. Lin Fan had come to save Su Qingyao, after all—his intentions had been entirely kind.

Yet he had ended up like this.

All of a sudden, as if she had made some decision, the expression on her face shifted again and again before she gritted her teeth.

"Young Master Jiang, please, for Qinghan's sake, spare Lin Fan this once."

"Today's matter was caused by Qinghan alone. I do not wish to implicate anyone else. Lin Fan does not know the cause or the circumstances; he acted rashly and offended you. I beg Young Master Jiang to be magnanimous and forgive him this once."

She looked at Jiang Lan, her flawless jade-white face filled with pleading and humility.

Her slender, fair jade hands tightly clutched his sleeve.