Zhang Ke's desperate accusation made everyone's eyes snap toward the Yulin Guard Commander of a Hundred he had pointed out.
The Commander of a Hundred's face instantly turned deathly pale.
He had never imagined that Zhang Ke would sell him out at the last moment.
"Zhang Ke! You're slandering me!"
The Commander of a Hundred pointed at Zhang Ke and retorted furiously.
"When did I ever say that to you? When did I ever deliver a Dragon Robe?"
"Your Highness! Don't listen to his nonsense! He's trying to drag me down with him!"
"I didn't!"
Zhang Ke looked utterly unhinged. He leaped up from the ground and clung desperately to this last straw of salvation.
"It was you! Wang Wu! It was you!"
"Half a month ago, at the Drunken Immortal Tower outside the city, you told me yourself that Prince Han and Prince Zhao's great undertaking was about to succeed! You told me to lend them a hand!"
"This Dragon Robe was also brought out of Prince Han's Manor's Secret Passage three days ago by you personally, with men under your command!"
"Dare you say you didn't?"
Zhang Ke's words contained an overwhelming amount of information, leaving the surrounding Yulin Guard soldiers trembling with fear.
Prince Han, Prince Zhao, the great undertaking was about to succeed, the Dragon Robe...
Taken together, those words pointed straight to a shocking treason case.
And the Commander of a Hundred called Wang Wu visibly faltered when he heard the words "Drunken Immortal Tower."
Clearly, not everything Zhang Ke had said was a lie.
"Complete nonsense!"
Wang Wu was still stubbornly denying it.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Oh? You're refusing to admit it, are you?"
Driven into a dead end, Zhang Ke instead calmed down.
He turned toward Zhu Zhanjun