At the words "Spring God Lake," the shopkeeper's face grew even more troubled. He pleaded with a pained expression, "My lord, I... I'm just a small-time merchant. What could I possibly know? It's all just hearsay."
"You don't want to tell me?"
"No, no, I really don't know." The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hands. All he could think about now was how to get this scourge out of his shop as quickly as possible. He didn't dare offend anyone from Zhennan Houfu.
The shopkeeper watched the young man before him cautiously, resolving that as soon as he'd seen him off, he would close the shop and hide at home until things blew over.
"All right. Since you don't want to talk, I won't make things difficult for you." Under the shopkeeper's grateful gaze, Jiang Cheng picked up his brush and wrote something on a sheet of paper nearby, then handed the brush to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper blinked. "My lord, what are you..."
"Just sign and leave your mark. Then I can say I've done my job." Jiang Cheng gave the shopkeeper a reassuring look.
The shopkeeper edged closer. When he could finally make out the words on the paper, he was completely stunned, then nearly burst into tears. In black and white, it read: "It has now been established that Qianji Antique Shop has been colluding with bandits and remains devoted to the Former Dynasty rebel General Guo. After questioning, Manager Qian confessed to the charges without reservation."
The shopkeeper's legs shook like a sieve. At last, Manager Qian dropped to his knees with a thud. "My lord, people from the Houfu can't just make things up! I'm an honest man!"
"What? You're saying people from the Houfu are all fools, and that you've killed someone too?!" Jiang Cheng