"Could this man be Jiao Zheng?"
"That's right. Back then, he served in the Imperial Guard's vanguard as captain of my father's personal guard, responsible for protecting the command tent. My father trusted him deeply.
After the case, he vanished without a trace. I thought he had died somewhere unknown, like so many of the others.
It wasn't until two months ago that I found my father's former Vanguard Battalion Commandant in Jiangzhou. Only then did I learn that the man responsible for escorting the valuables, and the first to accuse my father of allowing his soldiers to plunder and secretly transporting the stolen goods, was him!
So not only was he spared punishment, he was credited with meritorious service for making the first accusation, giving testimony, and helping the Imperial Court find that stolen money!
Although he was transferred out of the Imperial Guard, becoming an External Forces Army Advisor still counted as a promotion in rank. His circumstances were better than those of my father's other subordinates by who knows how much."
The young woman paused, a little warmth entering her voice:
"He framed my father and brought ruin on so many others. Tell me, shouldn't I capture him and get the truth out of him?"
She looked deep into Wang Yang's eyes and said, stressing every word, "So, will you help me?"
Wang Yang tapped his fingers unconsciously against his leg. After a few taps, he abruptly stopped and said:
"You haven't told me the truth."
"What do you mean?" Her voice turned cold.
"First you said your father couldn't possibly have burned, killed, and pillaged, then you said you suspected Jiao Zheng had framed him. Right?"
"So what?"
"A case this big couldn't possibly have ended in your father's conviction on Jiao Zheng's testimony alone.
Besides,