"You may not fear death, but that doesn't mean I want you dead," Xu Zimo said flatly.
With a sweep of both hands,
powerful force enveloped Zhang Jianwei.
Soul Searching.
This was the most basic method.
It did not matter if Zhang Jianwei refused to speak. Xu Zimo could directly read his memories with overwhelming power.
It was simply that doing so would likely scramble the other man's memories, leaving him muddleheaded and insane.
But this was the choice he had made.
In Zhang Jianwei's memories, the one who had given them their orders was an elegant and luxuriously dressed woman.
She looked to be in her thirties and had taken excellent care of herself.
She was likely an Imperial Consort or someone of similar standing in the inner palace.
Xu Zimo withdrew his consciousness without deliberately holding back. Zhang Jianwei's condition was clearly poor.
Drool ran from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was vacant. His mind had plainly been damaged.
No matter what, Zhang Jianwei had become a cripple.
Xu Zimo waved his right hand, sketching out the appearance of the woman from the memories.
Lu Yueqing's expression changed when she saw the woman's phantom image.
"It's my mother—my mother!"
She cried out excitedly.
"You saw my mother, sir?"
"You're sure she's your mother?" Xu Zimo asked strangely.
"Her clothes are somewhat different, but she is definitely my mother."
Lu Yueqing nodded firmly.
"I dream of my mother every night, and all these years, I've often wanted to come to Chang'an.
How could I possibly mistake her?"
Xu Zimo fell silent.
He was considering whether he should tell Lu Yueqing that it was her own mother who had sent the Embroidered Uniform Guard to kill them.
Would that be too cruel?
"What's wrong, sir?" Lu Yueqing