Death Settles Matters, Intentional or Not

"Father, Uncle Zhong has stopped breathing!" The younger brother protecting Zhong Hao shouted anxiously at Zhou Siquan.

Zhou Siquan's eyes widened as he demanded in a rough voice, "What happened? Wasn't he perfectly fine when we set out?"

He had fought and charged all the way here. Though his old subordinates had worked alongside him, he still had to put in the effort himself.

Yet the moment they left Yujian Pass, he received this news.

"I-I don't know either." As Zhou Siquan's son, Zhou Qibing felt wronged too.

All along the way, he had focused solely on protecting Zhong Hao. If Zhong Hao had died to open attacks or hidden arrows, then it truly would have been his fault.

But there was not the slightest wound on Zhong Hao's corpse. It had nothing to do with him.

"It was the poison bestowed by the Imperial Decree." Zhong Lei stepped forward, her expression grief-stricken.

She had not noticed when Zhong Hao had died either.

As she spoke, she removed the silver bottle that Zhong Hao had been clutching tightly in his hand.

A small amount of blood-red liquid still remained at the bottom of the bottle.

"Brother Zhong, how foolish you were!!!" Zhou Siquan could not help letting out a long sigh.

Chu Danqing and the others showed no reaction whatsoever.

His death was perfectly normal.

After all, Zhong Hao had always used his belief in loyalty to the sovereign and devotion to the state to numb himself and conceal his mental problems.

But today's blows had been far too great for him.

Not only had they stripped away his numbing effect, they had also torn his fig leaf to shreds.

How could he possibly accept that? On top of that, once he left the pass, he would become a bandit.