Zhu Xie Chiri himself had not been an especially formidable figure. Though he came from a military family, though he seemed to possess some Special Physique and possessed profound martial arts, he had not fully matured. If he died, then he deserved it.
But Zhu Xie Chiri represented the Imperial Court led by the Beitang Imperial Clan, and he had come bearing some sort of mission.
In broad daylight, beneath the clear heavens, he had been murdered at the border between Lingwu City and Ji Prefecture. Such an act was no different from rebellion, and it truly invited all sorts of speculation.
Could it be that Zhu Xie Chiri's arrival had touched upon certain people's interests, bringing this calamity upon himself?
And Zhu Xie Chiri's martial arts had been formidable, his experience on battlefields and in military formations extensive. What kind of person could have killed him?
Liang Muqiu was truly worried that, in the end, this fire would burn its way onto Meng Zhao, leaving him to carry the blame.
At this moment, Meng Zhao's heart was a tangled mass of surprise, doubt, anger, and other emotions. He could not quite put a name to the feeling.
Previously, he and Beitang He had met several times, discussing in a rather underhanded manner how to kill Zhu Xie Chiri or drive him away. Yet now, Zhu Xie Chiri had simply died. He had no idea who had done it.
He thought that he still needed to speak with Beitang He about this, lest some misunderstanding arise.
"It's not bad that he's dead. At least he won't contend with me anymore. In the current situation, the Imperial Court probably won't have time to select another person to seize military command. This is a good opportunity."
Meng Zhao believed that an upright