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The Cotton Clothes were limited in number, and given his reputation for always considering the soldiers, it made more sense for him to pass on the Cotton Clothes he received to them.
He was alone in a tent, with boxes piled up against the northern side, effectively blocking the cold wind. Stacked so high, he was sure there were Cotton Clothes inside, ready to be taken out during the harsh winter.
When the Cotton Clothing Incident occurred, the statistics showed that aside from him, no other Senior Officer was implicated. This raised significant Suspicion, yet at that time, he had gained plenty of Sympathy from others due to his Disabled status, and no one thought to question him.
Moreover, the Cotton Clothing Incident not only involved several officials but also revealed other cases of missing supplies. Shortly after, however, the Sang Family faced troubles, and then chaos erupted in the Great Jing Dynasty. The Royal Offspring were embroiled in disputes and divisions, and other cases of missing supplies seemed to vanish without a trace.
So where did all those supplies go?
Lao Lu tossed and turned, Single-Mindedly seeking the truth. After much contemplation, he clumsily decided to start from the missing supplies. He managed to get a portion from a friend who collected Slop. Every day he kept an eye on the scraps thrown out by the Zheng Family. By April, he finally spotted a piece of familiar Fabric.
It was a Black Background with Four-Clawed Golden Dragon Pattern, specifically granted by the royal family for use by the Sang Family. It was always sent to the military camp along with supplies.
The Sang Family Man would only wear it on important occasions; when donned, it exuded an imposing aura. Due to its unique craftsmanship, the Golden Dragon Pattern seemed to come alive with movement, soaring through clouds in darkness. Every soldier who had seen it couldn't help but feel envious and awed; once seen, it was unforgettable.
To avoid any mistakes, Lao Lu waited until the next day when the sun was shining brightly to look again and again. The same ethereal sight confirmed it—he couldn't be wrong.
Thus, Zheng Moru must have stolen supplies!
Even without concrete evidence linking him to the Cotton Clothing Incident, Lao Lu had already convicted him in his heart.
That night, Lao Lu sat across from a tablet honoring the Sang Family with a jug of strong liquor and began to ramble on.
In fact, after the Sang Family's execution regarding the Cotton Clothing Incident, blame had also been placed on them. It was said that the Sang Family was so powerful that no one dared oppose them; even if someone had taken supplies, it was done under their secret permission. The main culprits had all been greedy for personal gain at the expense of the Sang Family.
To support this claim, the Court fabricated plenty of evidence that many people believed in. However, among those Warriors who accompanied the Sang Family into battle, few were convinced.
The Sang Family was wealthier than even the royal family; when the Court provided Military Pay, they would match it with their own funds. The difference was that while the Court always wore a pained expression when handing out Military Pay, the Sang Family generously offered theirs without hesitation or reluctance.
With an army of nearly ten thousand men receiving money so readily without batting an eye—who would care about that little bit of Cotton Clothes from the Court? It was clear it was just a frame-up.
Even among those who were disabled in service within the Sang Family Army, Lao Lu still thought highly of them.
If he could expose Zheng Moru's true nature, not only could he take Revenge for himself and his comrades but perhaps also find some evidence to clear some of the Sang Family's unjust accusations.
After roughly planning for several days, Lao Lu decided it was time to take action.
Taking advantage of the situation, he infiltrated the Zheng Family, preparing to poison their food. Suddenly, a vine shot out, striking his hand and knocking the poison powder from his grasp, then it wrapped around his waist and pulled him out of the Zheng Family.
Before he could regain his footing, the vine spoke, warning him not to act rashly. It reassured him that this was not the time for revenge and revealed an astonishing piece of information.
Zheng Moru was actually from the Dayu Dynasty. He was perfectly healthy, able-bodied, and moved freely between the two dynasties. The figure sitting in a wheelchair in Jingjing City was merely a puppet replacement.
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