The Calamity Strikes (Seven)
So this was the night the Great Fortune Ming King descended from the heavens.
Amid a blood-red scene, caught red-handed with the evidence in hand, in a situation where even jumping into the Yellow River couldn't wash away his guilt, Fu Qian silently pondered the dream's timeline.
Jiang En had made things quite clear. In the dream's owner's eyes, this scene had undoubtedly taken place right when the Great Fortune Ming King appeared in Shangjing and challenged two young talents.
And in Jiang En's eyes, not only had he been arrogant on the surface, he had also secretly sabotaged Taylor Gullard's predicament, taking advantage of the situation in hopes of winning without a fight.
Only for all of it to be seen through by his own brilliant and mighty self.
He had to admit, it was quite the curious scene.
As the mastermind behind many of the events in Shangjing at the time, Fu Qian naturally knew all too well who was really responsible for the corpse-snatching incident.
To share in the spoils of Jiang En's promotion, the Greedy Worms had led him along, setting up the perfect tale of a poor boy who would one day rise above his station.
Unaware of a thing, the latter had used a helpless, drunken woman to fight against his own bestial urges, completing the ritual step by step.
In the real world, the man before him was the culprit behind the carnage in the room.
Yet in the dream, he, the oriole who had been hiding in the rear, had been caught red-handed, with no way to clear his name.
It took only a moment's thought to see how he'd been caught in a scheme and set up as the fall guy.
And the ones who ultimately benefited