Murong Fu went after Song Qingshu. At first, he could vaguely keep up, but as the chase continued, he always seemed to fall just short. He was not entirely stupid, and finally realized it was a scheme to lure the tiger from the mountain. He hurriedly turned around and rushed back.
After much difficulty, he returned to the Pacification Commissioner's residence. Just as he was about to enter, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e sprang out from the side and blocked his way. He could not help asking in confusion, "Why are you stopping me?"
Feng Bo'e said in exasperation, "Young Master, you were truly muddleheaded today! How could you personally admit in front of so many people that you killed Liu Changuo and Yang Juyuan?"
Murong Fu was utterly baffled. "When did I admit that?"
"We saw it with our own eyes just now! Young Master, you were far too careless and fell right into Shen Xiaolong's trap. Who would have thought he was so crafty that he had invited officials from all sides beforehand and hidden them next door?" Bao Butong shook his head and sighed as he spoke. This had been their closest chance yet to restore the Yan State, yet it had ended in complete failure.
"I didn't even see Shen Xiaolong just now!" Murong Fu grew anxious as well.
Seeing that he did not seem to be lying, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e exchanged looks. They then recounted what had happened, while Murong Fu pieced together his encounter with the mysterious person. Only then did they realize they had fallen into the enemy's trap.
"Damn it, who did something so wicked?" Feng Bo'e could not help cursing after learning what had happened.
Murong Fu was somewhat dazed. Just a moment ago, he had been standing at