165 The Most Direct Question (2/2)
What could he do then?
All he had to do was avoid her, just like he had done before.
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The next morning, Jing Jiu woke up on the bamboo chair.
This time he remembered to bring the bamboo chair with him, so he seldom slept in bed.
The sunlight shone on the begonia trees outside the window. The flowers were about to die, but the trees looked even more greenish and pleasing to the eyes.
Jing Jiu took down his iron sword from the bookshelf and called out the sword fire with his hand to wash his face, then left the Jing house.
Some disciples of the Green Mountain were keeping their eyes on the Jing house this entire time, as they were worried that Jing Jiu might do something stupid; and eyes of other sects or groups were also staring at this place. However, they couldn't discover that Jing Jiu had already left the house.
When Jing Jiu wanted to disappear, nobody could sense his energy.
It was like back then when the high-level swordsman of Bihu Peak attempted to kill Zhao Layue on Sword Peak.
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It was a common family on a common street.
Jing Jiu pushed open the courtyard door and saw two chickens looking for food on the ground, their heads lowered.
These two chickens were very thin, and the remaining bran shells and the dry left-over bok choy on the ground indicated that the meals for these chickens were usually very poor.
Jing Jiu eyed the whole small courtyard once before entering the room.
Looking at the man sleeping by leaning his body on the desk, Jing Jiu asked, ”Who asked you to do it?”
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Shi Fengchen had been quite busy the past two days, unlike during his former days of leisure. He had to search everywhere outside Zhaoge City because of the assassination case concerning Zhao Layue. He had to busy himself with reading the files when he got back in the city. Last night he got home late, and fell asleep while reading the previous files a few times.
Hearing the voice, Shi Fengchen lifted up his head from the desk, rubbing his sore eyes.
The blurry picture had gradually become clear, turning into a long figure.
Then, he saw that unforgettable face. His whole body felt like cold water had been poured on it, waking him up instantly.
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The case of Mingcui Valley had set off much conjectures and discussion.
The perpetrator was determined to be the elder Wei Chenzi of the Center Sect in the Yuanying State.
Who was the main conspirator behind the scene?
Until now, Royal Concubine Hu was the main suspect.
Everybody knew that she had a grudge against Zhao Layue, and the grudge could be described as unforgiving.
Besides, she and the Center Sect were on good terms. She had the power to persuade the elder of the Center Sect in the Yuanying State to do it based on her status in the imperial palace.
Some people had already ascertained that Wei Chenzi was the assassin of the Old Ones; so then, who could ask the Old Ones to do so?
Due to the residual soul fire in the wild forest of the Mingcui Valley, many people suspected that this might be a scheme of the Underworld.
The Underworld might want to use this event to cause conflict between two major orthodox Cultivation sects in Chaotian, benefitting from the chaos.
Yet this was all mere conjecture, with no evidence to back it up.
The truth resembled a sky blocked out by countless layers of fog. One was fully aware that the sky is right there, but they couldn't see it.
Nobody had connected Shi Fengchen with the main conspirator of this assassination attempt, though he had led the high-level swordsmen of the Pure Heaven Bureau to pursue Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu on land for a long time, and even though he had said some hateful words to Zhao Layue in front of many Cultivation practitioners at the Four-Seas Banquet.
Understandably, he had to say those words as an official of the imperial court.
What power did Shi Fengchen, a marginalized official of the Pure Heaven Bureau, have to threaten the Green Mountain Sect? What qualifications did he have to do such a major thing?
As an official, he might not have the courage.
Nobody had suspected Shi Fengchen.
However, Jing Jiu had found him directly in his own home, and asked such a question.
Jing Jiu's expression was fairly calm, his tone casual, but the way he put the question gave the listener the feeling that it was completely irrefutable.