Fa Zheng shook his slightly muddled head, then asked, "How long was I unconscious? Where are we now?"
He remembered only passing out after Qingzhu carried him out of the fire. He knew nothing of the current situation.
Qingzhu said, "We're in an abandoned temple three li outside Wuji County. Censor Fa, you've been unconscious for a full eight hours."
"If you hadn't woken up after another two hours, I really would have had to go into town and seek help from the Zhen Clan."
Hearing this, Fa Zheng sighed. "Good thing you didn't go. If you had, neither of us would likely have survived."
"What?"
Qingzhu froze, then asked in confusion, "What do you mean, Censor Fa?"
He did not quite understand what Fa Zheng meant.
Fa Zheng's eyes darkened as he said gravely, "During last night's fire, the doors and windows of my room were all chained shut. Someone clearly wanted me burned to death."
"If I'm not mistaken, the Zhen Clan's people set that fire last night."
"Tell me, wouldn't going to the Zhen Clan have been seeking your own death?"
Last night, poised between life and death, he had figured it all out-the Zhen Clan wanted him dead!
Why had the Zhen Clan taken the initiative to send over their accounts?
They had wanted to burn the accounts along with him, then disguise it as an ordinary accidental fire to evade investigation!
That was why he had instructed Qingzhu not to let anyone discover his whereabouts. If he had not died in the fire, the Zhen Clan would never let him go.
"So that was one of the Zhen Clan's men?"
Qingzhu's expression changed. While on patrol last night, he had spotted someone secretly pouring tung oil inside the post station. The man had fled as