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The sound of drinking was quite imposing, and Qin Junyong reluctantly followed suit.
Upon entering the hall, Xuande Emperor was still seated at the top. He headed straight for Shi Yun, tears streaming down his face. "Chancellor, in the end, I am too useless. I happened to witness Shi Yuan being forced to jump off the cliff and couldn't save him in time."
The Chancellor's expression darkened as he looked at the Third Prince with contempt. In front of the Emperor and the court officials, he brazenly tried to win over the important ministers; who couldn't see through his little schemes?
Ha! Just yesterday afternoon, when someone from the Prince's Mansion came to report a death, he didn't believe it.
An hour later, his little brat showed up at his door dressed like a beggar, and he almost didn't recognize him. He devoured three roasted chickens in a row and fell asleep right after; he still hadn't woken up.
"Chancellor, Qi Xiaomian is such a despicable traitor. Shi Yuan regarded him as a brother, yet because I happened to see him colluding with Dayu's spies, he was silenced."
Silenced? Ha! Who wanted to silence my A-Yuan?! It was clearly you who sent someone to push A-Yuan off the cliff and still had the audacity to pretend to be compassionate here!
If it weren't for A-Yuan acting according to plan, intending to pull off a clever escape, do you think your little tricks could have outsmarted him?
Shi Yun's eyes reddened slightly as he asked, "Where is my A-Yuan's body?"
After he fell off the cliff, I sent someone to look for him; he had already been torn apart by wild beasts. There were no remains left—just a few scraps of cloth.
Cliff? Which cliff are you talking about?
To the west of Qishan, it’s where he fell from Camel Ridge.
Are you sure?
Absolutely; I saw it with my own eyes.
However, according to what I know, the area beneath Camel Ridge on the west side of Qishan is shrouded in mist year-round. The cliffs are steep and sheer; there is no way down. How did you know that my grandson had been completely devoured?
Uh, I have several skilled martial artists with me; they don’t need a route—they can leap down.
Leap down? Shi Yun analyzed calmly. Just now, Your Highness said you saw my grandson jump down and claimed Minister Ming wanted to eat that! The distance isn’t far.
With the speed of a master, it would be possible to catch up for a rescue. Even if they didn’t reach him in time, there should have been only a short interval between their landings. My grandson’s body wouldn’t have been eaten so quickly; how could there be no remains left?
Could it be that Your Highness deliberately delayed time and didn’t save A-Yuan?
Shi Yun threw out several questions that Qin Junyong struggled to answer coherently. He could only respond vaguely that it was chaotic at the time—everyone was fighting. "I—I ordered people to save him; it’s likely that the sounds of fighting were too loud for my skilled fighters to hear. By the time the fighting ended, my subordinates reported back like this."
Shi Yun stared at Qin Junyong for a moment before suddenly apologizing. "Oh, it seems this old minister got confused; there was fog—it was on the east side of Qishan, not the west side."
Ah? Oh, yes—there was no fog, no fog.
Shi Yun continued, "Although there was no fog, there is a deep pool in one place. The cliff may be high, but the water in the pool is also deep. Falling from such heights might not necessarily lead to death, especially since my grandson is quite adept at swimming. It’s possible that Your Highness didn’t find anyone and mistakenly thought he had been eaten."
"Is there a pond?" Qin Junyong's gaze wandered. "Chancellor, it's been years since Ji Da. With all the daily toil, could it be that I've remembered it wrong again?"
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