Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 592 - 182 Nan Batian: What, he has another move?

Darugachi Mansion!

Lord Yelu sat in the seat of honor, sipping tea with a calm demeanor. Standing beside him was Qimu Ge, when the steward came to report that Nan Batian had arrived and was waiting at the door.

Upon hearing this, Yelu looked up at the steward and said, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The steward replied, and Yelu glanced at Qimu Ge, who nodded silently and stood aside without speaking.

Soon, Nan Batian walked in, followed by Tang Ziyue.

As he entered, Nan Batian slapped the ground with his knees as he knelt, gushing out, "Lord Yelu, ah, I have been wronged, you must uphold justice for me, uphold justice!"

Nan Batian’s wailing and lamenting like a shrew completely shocked everyone present.

Qimu Ge had been ready for Nan Batian to erupt into violence, his hand already on the hilt of his knife, but now he could only stand dumbfounded, glancing left and right, wondering whether he should strike or not.

His face was a picture of confusion.

Tang Ziyue was even more shocked, her jaw dropping. Was this the same imposing, awe-inspiring Gang Leader Nan who had once dominated Mianshui?

Yelu, too, was taken aback, having not expected Nan Batian to kneel so readily.

After staring at Nan Batian for a moment, Yelu then asked, "Guild Leader Nan, what is the meaning of this?"

Nan Batian said, "Lord Yelu, do not hide it from me. I already know everything. I have been framed! I have never conspired with the Zoroastrian Sect, nor have I colluded with Sun Tiechui. I have always been your most loyal subordinate. I would never dare to commit any acts of disloyalty against the court!"

Nan Batian cried miserably. Seeing this, Yelu said, "Oh, it seems you know about the secret letter found in Sun Tiechui’s blacksmith shop."

"Lord, there’s no such thing, absolutely none! I... I wouldn’t write such letters to Sun Tiechui. Have I gone mad? Even if I were really conspiring with the Zoroastrian Sect, I definitely wouldn’t leave behind written evidence. Even if I take a step back, such confidential letters would need to be burned after reading. How could you have found them, Lord?"

Nan Batian stated his case pitifully. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Hearing this, Yelu looked at Nan Batian and said, "Oh, you think that secret letter hasn’t been burnt?"

"Been burnt?"

Now Nan Batian was completely lost. Yelu glanced at Qimu Ge, who took a tray from a table nearby. The tray held three pieces of paper that had clearly been burned, which he then placed in front of Nan Batian.

Nan Batian looked down and said, "What are these?"

Qimu Ge replied, "The secret letters you wrote to Sun Tiechui."

"I, this, can anything be made out from this?"

Nan Batian pointed at the charred scraps and spoke, while Tang Ziyue, standing by, had a grim expression. She had underestimated Chen Jiusi’s treacherous depth, using such a despicable tactic as presenting burnt pieces of paper, which definitely seemed more convincing than an intact letter, especially if the scraps were found in a brazier.

Thinking this, Tang Ziyue looked at Qimu Ge and asked, "Lord Commander, where were these found?"

"In the secret chamber’s brazier inside Sun Tiechui’s blacksmith shop. I found these among the ashes."

Tang Ziyue took a sharp breath. Chen Jiusi had indeed planned meticulously, targeting all the critical points. What could be more persuasive than finding clues dredged up from the enemy’s own brazier?

At this moment, Tang Ziyue glanced at the three pieces of paper, seeing the words: [Iron Ore Sealed][Flee Quickly][Undying Holy Fire, light...]

The expression on Tang Ziyue’s face changed. The choice of these key words was indeed crucial, enough to let one’s imagination run wild. And this handwriting?

Tang Ziyue furrowed her brow even more. It looked as if they were written by the Gang Leader himself.

How could that be possible.

At that moment, Qimu Ge shook the paper in front of everyone and placed it back in front of Nan Batian, saying, "Guild Leader Nan, don’t you want to explain this?"

Nan Batian asked, "Explain what?"

Yelu chuckled and said, "Alright, Guild Leader Nan, explain to me, what does ’Iron Ore Sealed’ mean? Are you trying to pass some message to Sun Tiechui?"

"Ah?"

Nan Batian was clueless, and Yelu continued, "Flee Quickly? Were you signaling something?"

"And this!"

"Undying Holy Fire, light what? Restore the Great Song?"

Yelu looked at Nan Batian with a mocking smile, "Who would have thought, Guild Leader Nan, that you had such grand ambitions? To restore the legacy of the Great Song and reclaim the lands of the Han Family. What do you guys call us again?"

By now, Nan Batian’s face was quite embarrassed, and Yelu said, "Oh right, barbarians, expelling the barbarians to recover China."

"Guild Leader Nan, such grandiose nationalistic aspirations! Such ethnic spirit is truly unparalleled!"

"Ah, Lord Yelu, what are you talking about? What Holy Fire, what restoration? I have no such thoughts. I merely wish to earn a modest living under your protection, lead a peaceful life in Mianshui County, and have no intention of disrespecting you, let alone secretly communicating with the Zoroastrian Sect to engage in such treacherous trade!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Yelu teased Nan Batian, who then said, "Indeed, Sir, I would never dare commit such heinous acts. Please see the truth, Lord!"

Upon hearing this, Yelu smiled at Nan Batian and said, "Heh, very well, Nan Batian, since that’s the case, let’s get everything into the open. Did you write that secret letter or not?"

"I definitely did not write any secret letter. I swear to the heavens, if I indeed wrote any such letter, may I be cursed with childlessness and have no descendants forever."

Hmm?

Upon hearing this, Tang Ziyue narrowed her eyes slightly. The oath from the Gang Leader was surprisingly insincere.