Zeng Anmin felt that he had never admired anyone as much as he did now.
Sun Chuanfang, as expected of someone from the Censorate, had a mind that turned quickly.
"Who could it be?" Sun Chuanfang's gaze settled on the upturned corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth.
"Don't know." Zeng Anmin spread his hands. "Could be you."
?
Sun Chuanfang's eyes widened. "This official would never—"
Before he could finish, Zeng Anmin pointed at himself again. "Could also be me."
"Huh?"
"Could also be her." Zeng Anmin pointed at Liu Shishi again.
"Quit talking nonsense." Liu Shishi shot him a sidelong glance. "I never wanted anything to do with this job in the first place."
"It could also be Dongfang Sheng and Sima Nan, or anyone among the officials sent here for disaster relief."
Zeng Anmin's gaze turned deep and shadowy. "That's why I want live captives so badly."
"So when you made such a grand show of sending Sima Nan and Dongfang Sheng to purchase grain by land, you had a purpose."
With her arms folded, Liu Shishi slowly walked before Zeng Anbian and lightly raised her brows.
"First, it truly was to purchase grain."
"Second, it was to deliberately leak the news to that spy, so he could notify those behind him to send people to intercept them, thereby naturally drawing out the people behind them..."
"Smart." Zeng Anmin grinned, his gaze somewhat unfathomable.
"So next, we'll see whether we can get anything from the live captives you caught."
"There is still something this official does not understand." Sun Chuanfang frowned. "What was the purpose of the criminals doing this?"
"Was it merely to stop us from providing disaster relief?"
"The price they paid for that would be far too great."
"The money used to buy that grain would