The last thing Jiang Wuqi did before his death was use himself as bait to wipe out every Equality State spy within Qi State.
Li Youjiu of the Divine Presence Realm, Yan Tu of the True Insight Realm... They were all eliminated.
With such wisdom and resolve, what kind of enemy could he not deal with?
Why had he stayed silent about his mother's murder instead of seeking revenge?
Why had he not avenged the Cold Poison that had seeped into his very life?
And why, even, had he let Gongsun Yu leave on Lunar New Year's Eve last year?
Yet here was the contradiction...
Jiang Wuqi had never breathed a word, while Gongsun Yu had cut out his tongue to silence himself.
So why had Feng Gu ultimately forced the truth of that case to the surface by taking his own life?
Jiang Wang racked his brains. He felt he was already very close to the answer. But it was like trying to see flowers through mist; something still stood between him and the truth.
What was it?
Jiang Wuqi, Feng Gu, Gongsun Yu, Yang Jing...
Gongsun Yu... had cut out his tongue!
One who could not speak was called "mute."
The door that had long been blocked in Jiang Wang's mind burst open.
Among the tangled clues, one suddenly came into focus, springing clear before his eyes.
Jiang Wang turned and went outside. He immediately told the steward to prepare a carriage and headed straight for Changsheng Palace.
He wished he could fly there himself, but in a place like Linzi, especially at such a delicate time, he had to observe the rules.
His thoughts were already racing like a galloping horse, but inside the smooth-riding carriage, Jiang Wang's expression remained calm.
The more urgent the moment, the