Merge the two cases into one? How could matters as unrelated as a horse and an ox be lumped together?
Princess Ning'an had just been about to flare up, but the moment she saw Su Che's face, her heart suddenly became calm.
This Marquis Changxin had a nose like a suspended gall, sword-like brows, and bright eyes. He truly possessed a fine appearance.
She had forgotten that before he had been accepted into the Yellow Heaven Sect, he had properly served as a local magistrate. He knew every last detail about the festering muck within government offices.
"Sun Xinggong was originally a fiendish cult demon lurking at Your Highness's side. There must be another plot behind them—they wanted to subject Your Highness to Demonic Corruption. That Thunderstruck Wood must have been some sort of medium for their spellcasting."
Su Che paused before continuing. "May I ask whether Your Highness trusts this humble subject?"
"You?"
Su Che swept his long sleeve.
"Indeed. If Your Highness trusts this subject, then please entrust this matter to me. Even if my liver and brains are spilled upon the ground, I will seize the true culprit for Your Highness."
Grand Princess Ning'an looked at the Marquis Changxin below her, unable to see through him for a time.
Her initial impression of Su Che had been that of a mild and kind young man.
He lacked the arrogant, overbearing spirit of Yongzhou's younger generation of martial clans, and seemed uninterested in either officialdom or cultivation.
Back in those early years, Third Young Master Su had truly been a dispensable figure in Jiankang City compared to his two elder brothers.
Jiankang City never lacked such steady, unremarkable scions of aristocratic families. Yet for some unknown reason, his temperament had later changed drastically. He had spent several years