Ouyang Feng Takes the Blame?

"Alright, alright, I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life for teaching me martial arts. Let's go save Zhou Botong now."

Ying Gu was impatient.

"Zhou Botong's matter is not urgent; I have other things to do."

"You!"

Ying Gu was about to get angry, but Ji Boying didn't tolerate it.

His mere gaze fixed calmly on Ying Gu was enough to make her freeze in place.

This woman's experience was indeed tragic, but she was also a lucky woman.

Luck and pain shaped her twisted personality.

The martial arts master Zhou Botong was afraid of her and avoided her, and even Emperor Duan felt guilty and was apprehensive when he met her.

That's why this woman didn't quite understand the meaning of reverence.

Ji Boying didn't need to care about the woman's feelings.

Zhou Botong is easy to deal with, but if you want to control Zhou Botong, you have to tie him up with a rope.

Emperor Duan wouldn't care about Ji Boying's attitude towards Ying Gu. As long as Ji Boying continued to dote on Ying Gu, Emperor Duan, being a kind-hearted man, would naturally feel embarrassed.

"If you behave yourself, I will not only teach you skills, but I can also help you find your real enemy who killed your son."

Hearing this, Ying Gu could no longer remain calm; it was one of her deepest obsessions.

Her face was strange, as if she were crying or laughing, and her hands were trembling.

"You... you... what do you mean by that? My enemy, my enemy is Duan Zhixing!"

"A fool is a fool."

Ji Boying shook his head and sighed.

Thinking about it carefully, it's no wonder that Duan Zhixing was so jealous and angry because Ying Gu looked down on Duan Zhixing so much.

"Although I don't approve of many of the things that Emperor Duan did, his magnanimity is indeed top-notch. He has treated you quite well, so your son's death is really not his fault."

Ying Gu, however, was unwilling to listen to such words.

She shrieked, "Nonsense! He must have been furious to kill my son. Even if he didn't kill my son, what kind of hero would he be to stand by and watch him die?"

"Shut up."

Ji Boying rebuked him.

"You and Zhou Botong did such a thing, and if Emperor Duan doesn't blame you, fine, but why should he save your son? As far as I know, it's not that he doesn't want to save your son. He has already given up on the Mount Hua Sword Conference after a mental struggle. But you wrapped your and Zhou Botong's tokens around your son, letting him see them clearly."

"Why should someone tolerate such humiliation?"

Ying Gu was stunned.

At this moment, those scenes reappeared before my eyes.

Tears streamed down her face.

"I... my son..."

If we calculate it this way, she also bears some responsibility for her son's death.

"How... how did you know about these things?"

Ying Gu suddenly asked a question.

This is indeed a secret that Ji Boying should not know.

Ji Boying, however, was very straightforward, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"What do you care how I know? As long as I'm telling the truth, that's enough. Do you still want to know who your real enemy is who killed your son?"

Ji Boying didn't say anything, Ying Gu naturally had no ability to ask further, and she no longer wanted to ask.

This paranoid and insane woman suddenly knelt down on the ground.

She raised her pretty face, half of which was wrinkled, and her eyes seemed to be filled with pleading.

She just felt that Ji Boying could know such a secret, and maybe he really knew who her real enemy was who killed her son. Could it really not be Duan Zhixing?

"Please, please."

"I'm here to ask you, why was Duan Zhixing unwilling to help you save your son in the first place?"

Ying Gu tried hard to recall those painful memories.

"Besides being angry, there's also... there's the fact that I have to face the Mount Hua Sword Conference and don't want to deplete my internal energy."

Ji Boying nodded and asked, "How skilled was the person who broke into the imperial city and severely injured your son with a single palm strike?"

"He was able to break into the imperial city without alerting the guards, and severely injured my son with a single palm strike. His skill must be very high."

"That's it. Even if such a master killed you, it would be as easy as killing a chicken. How could he not kill a mere infant, but only severely injure him? If he wasn't trying to kill someone, why would he risk entering the capital of Dali?"

Ying Gu was stunned; she couldn't understand it either.

Actually, she had thought about this question back then.

However, the angle was completely different from Ji Boying's.

Back then, she thought that who else could appear in the capital of Dali so quietly, but Duan Zhixing?

Why would a master beat an infant but not kill him? Isn't it to make him suffer, to vent his anger? This must have been done by Duan Zhixing.

Now, after Ji Boying's reminder, Duan Zhixing did indeed think about saving his son back then, and he did leave in anger due to a sudden shock.

Ying Gu parted her lips and tremblingly voiced her guess.

"Could it be... could it be that Duan Zhixing did this on purpose, just to make me beg him?"

Ji Boying almost spat out a mouthful of blood from being choked by this sentence, but from Ying Gu's perspective, it actually made a lot of sense.

Huang Rong, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh.

The two of them stood to the side for a long time, their eyes wide, gossiping and eating melon seeds.

Guo Jing is like a silly roe deer, and Huang Rong is like a little deer.

Hearing Huang Rong laugh, Ying Gu instinctively felt angry.

Just as he was about to snap and yell at her, he glanced at Ji Boying again, suppressed his anger, and timidly lowered his head.

Huang Rong, with graceful steps, shook her head and said with a smile.

"You really are stupid. Isn't Brother Ji's meaning very clear? That person deliberately injured your son but didn't kill him in order to deplete Duan Zhixing's strength."

"He forced Duan Zhixing to rescue people, but his skills were insufficient, so he naturally couldn't participate in the Mount Hua Sword Conference. This was something Duan Zhixing cared about a lot. Now that you know this, isn't it much easier to find the murderer who killed your son?"

Ying Gu, hearing the clues from the young girl, became even more anxious.

"Who is it? Who on earth is it?"

But Huang Rong shook her head, unsure.

"Duan Zhixing's opponent was naturally Five Greats of the Martial World. Wang Chongyang's skill was already superior to his, so he didn't need to do such a thing and even exchange martial arts with him. Although Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggar Gang' Sect, also used palms, he was an upright person and would naturally not do such a thing."

"As for my father, he's extremely proud. If he did something like that, wouldn't he be admitting he's inferior to Duan Zhixing? So it's not my father, Huang Yaoshi. Ouyang Feng... Ouyang Feng is very likely to do such a thing. I wonder if it could be him?"