The assassin had no gag in his mouth. Hearing Prince Dai ask this, he gathered up his fleeting terror and said, "This lowly one truly knows nothing of Prince Qi's Residence."
At those words, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But then the assassin continued, "Yet I was born into poverty and nearly starved to death when I was thirteen."
"Someone gave me aid, and that was how I survived."
"I do not know who my benefactor was, but he showed me a token and said that one day he would come to collect this debt of gratitude. It was this Wei Ce who gave me the token."
"He said you had committed countless evils. Assassinating you would not only repay my debt, but also carry out Heaven's justice!"
Su Ziji was startled, then suddenly laughed. "What evils have I committed? Having received orders, did you not investigate for yourself?"
It was no good excuse. Not to mention the whole realm—at least around the Capital City, Prince Dai's reputation was not bad.
The assassin spat, turned his head to look elsewhere, and refused to answer.
Su Ziji was about to question him further when the assassin seemed to be stirred by something. By now, tears streamed down his face as he choked out, "No matter who is right or wrong, I received great kindness from another and had no choice but to repay it."
As he spoke, he tried to bite off his tongue and kill himself. Ding Taiping was a famed constable of the Capital City and had naturally been on guard. The moment he saw it, there was a crack. Quick as lightning, he seized the assassin's jaw and dislocated it.
Even so, the man had bitten the tip of his tongue, and blood spurted out.
He