At the very back of Fa'an Temple's Back Mountain stood a steep cliff.
Zeng Anmin merely swept it with a cursory glance or two before paying it no mind and heading down the mountain.
Today, he wore a long green robe, its hidden edge lurking amid the verdant mountains.
He did not walk quickly, but every step was steady.
As he walked, a thoughtful glint flickered in his eyes.
Consort Xi.
Mr. Huang.
Ren Weizhi.
The three names gradually connected into a single thread in Zeng Anmin's mind.
He could sense that the cases of recent days were certainly deeply connected to Consort Xi.
"But why did Consort Xi create these cases, one linked after another?"
A sharp gleam flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
By then, he had already reached the foot of the mountain.
Assuming Consort Xi really was the mastermind behind the scenes, what exactly was she after by creating so many cases?
First of all, one could tell from Lou Tong's poisoning case.
She had colluded with the Eastern Cult and hidden Green Belly Snakes within the capital.
This also proved that she had colluded with the Demon Race.
Ren Weizhi had been her helper in all this.
"What exactly does she want?"
Zeng Anmin recalled his father's words.
"Consort Xi was born into nobility. If it was simply for money..."
Zeng Anmin remembered that Lou Yingqi had suffered this Great Tribulation because he possessed evidence that Ren Weizhi of the Ministry of Revenue, Prince Qi, and Consort Xi had embezzled disaster relief funds...
If Consort Xi was the person behind it all, then that reason was far too forced.
After making such a mess and sacrificing so many lives, it was all just to embezzle money?
Heh.
Zeng Anmin shook his head, scattering that line of