"Yes, him! And there was another man who served under Chen Tianfu as a commandant back then. His surname was Zhang."
Jiao Zheng's lips trembled. "Zhang... Zhang Shian?"
Wang Yang blinked. "Was that his name? I didn't even know. Old Jiao, you certainly know a lot. This Zhang fellow's family scraped together two hundred thousand coins and asked them to let him off, so the scapegoat will probably be either the first man or the third."
Jiao Zheng suddenly found it terribly difficult to breathe. Waiting for Wang Yang to name the third man felt like waiting for the blade of a guillotine to fall!
In fact, he had already guessed who the third man would be, but he still clung to one last thread of hope!
"The third one is right here in Jingzhou. His surname is Jiao. Oh, Old Jiao, that's the same as yours! Perhaps he's a clansman of yours," Wang Yang said with a smile.
Jiao Zheng's mind went blank. An icy terror swept through his entire body, and all his earlier self-reassurance, hopes, and wishful thinking vanished like smoke in an instant. It had come. In the end, it had finally come...
He steadied himself, dismissed all the attendants, then walked up to Wang Yang and dropped to his knees with a thud. "Young Master, save me!"
Wang Yang exclaimed in surprise, "Old Jiao, what are you...?"
"Young Master! I once belonged to the Imperial Guard's Forward Army and served under Chen Tianfu as a Personal Guard Captain. That third man you mentioned is me!"
Wang Yang looked utterly shocked.
Chen Qing Shan narrowed her cold eyes slightly.
Jiao Zheng knocked his head against the floor, crying, "I am willing to offer three hundred thousand coins from my family's wealth! Please save my life, Young