Chapter 317

Chen Yan raised his hand to signal the Embroidered Attire Envoy to open the cell door. When Zhu Yi walked into the cell again, he had an extra roll of washed-out white rag, a pen, and an inkstone filled with human blood.

"Hahahaha!"

Chang De had just picked up the first stroke, and the blood beads on the tip of the pen slowly bloomed on the rag. He suddenly stared at the piercing scarlet and laughed.

At first, it was just a low sneer, but soon it became a loud laugh.

The laughter hit the cold stone walls, shaking the candlelight violently, and even the shadow of Chen Yan's robe corner twisted on the ground.

"Why is the Marquis laughing?" Chen Yan stood with one hand behind his back, examining Chang De, and asked calmly.

"Lord Chen Yan, Mirror Master Chen, do you really think I am stupid?" Chang De suddenly looked up, blood beads dripping onto his prison clothes through his fingers, but his eyes were startlingly bright, like a fire-tempered blade. "Can't you see what kind of trick you are playing?"

As he spoke, he threw the blood-stained pen fiercely onto the ground; the pen barrel hit the stone bricks with a crisp sound.

In his words, there was nothing but sarcasm.

He might be a bit impulsive and irritable, but he wasn't a fool who could be played with like a monkey!

"Oh?"

Chen Yan saw this, and instead of getting angry, the corners of his mouth curled into an extremely faint arc, like an undercurrent surging quietly beneath the ice.

He slowly took half a step forward, the hand behind his back rubbing lightly against the cold jade pendant hanging from his waist, his gaze falling on the Marquis's blood-stained fingertips, carrying a bit of playfulness: "This Mirror Master is very curious, what did the Marquis see?"

At this moment, the candlelight happened to jump, making the playfulness in his eyes even clearer.

Chang De raised his hand, pointed at Chen Yan opposite, his voice trembling from laughter, but every word was clear: "As the most loyal and capable hound under Yuwen Hu, you, Chen Yan, wish for Big Brother Dugu to die; how could you possibly help him?"

Immediately, he looked up at the sliver of light leaking from the top of the cell and laughed until tears almost came out: "Anyone with a brain knows you aren't that kind!"

Expecting the hound of Big Brother Dugu's political enemy to have a change of heart and clear his suspicions was no easier than the sun rising from the west.

After all, whenever there was an opportunity to attack, nine times out of ten, the person rushing to the front was this Mirror Master...

"That is truly sharp..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, slowly raised his hand, and dusted off the non-existent dust on his shoulder, his movements as calm as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him: "So the Marquis was testing this Mirror Master before?"

The candlelight flickered in his eyes, but it couldn't penetrate that bottomless layer of calmness.

It was as if Chang De's sharp and ruthless exposure just now was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Chang De tilted his head, staring straight at Chen Yan, the sharpness in his eyes gradually turning into cold mockery, sarcastically: "Mirror Master Chen is indeed formidable; no wonder you can play those ignorant people around your fingers and be revered as the blue sky of this age!"

He paused and continued: "Once this blood letter is written, it will be a case of trying to cover up, and Big Brother Dugu will truly never be able to clear his name!"

As he spoke, the arc of the corners of his mouth stretched wider and wider, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, leaving only wanton mockery.

This so-called blood letter seemed like a "kind suggestion" from Chen to distance himself from Big Brother Dugu, with him, Chang De, taking all the blame—everything seemed perfect...

In reality, the more it was described, the darker it became. Once written and presented, what would the world think? What would the ministers of the court think? By then, even if it wasn't shit, it would be shit; it couldn't be washed clean!

Insidious and vicious to the extreme!

"Fair, correct, and hitting the nail on the head!"

Chen Yan heard this, clapped his hands lightly—the sound was exceptionally clear in the silent cell—and admitted: "As the Marquis said, this Mirror Master does indeed have this purpose..."

His voice was exceptionally frank, and one couldn't hear any embarrassment at being exposed.

Chang De was stunned, as if his throat had been gripped by an invisible hand. He stared at Chen Yan's extremely frank face, and the sharpness in his eyes was instantly replaced by astonishment: "You can actually admit it so frankly?!"

"You are truly shameless!"

He had thought that exposing the other party's calculations would at least lead to some embarrassment, anger, or dark concealment...

But he never expected that Chen Yan would admit it so generously, without even a hint of hesitation!

In terms of being black-hearted, ruthless, and shameless...

This kid was even more terrifying than he had imagined!

"Thank you for the compliment!"

"I don't deserve it!"

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, raised his eyebrows slightly, took it as a compliment rather than a shame, and bowed to Chang De.

He looked completely proud.

"You..."

Chang De's chest heaved violently; he was choked by this shameless posture and almost couldn't breathe, gritting his teeth: "Mirror Master Chen, I will never write the blood letter you want!"

"Give up on that idea!"

As he spoke, he smashed the inkstone fiercely on the ground and ground it with his foot, his voice hoarse from anger.

Even if he were to suffer all kinds of torture, he would never let Chen's compromise threaten his big brother!

"If you don't write it, you don't write it!"

Chen Yan didn't get angry; instead, he leaned lazily against the door frame, looked at the scarlet mess on the ground, and spread his hands slowly.

He looked completely indifferent.

He paused and continued: "Chen is a person who has always liked to have two plans..."

As he spoke, he blinked meaningfully.

Can you force a donkey to drink if it doesn't want to?

Chen believes in being prepared, so of course he has a Plan B!

"What do you mean?" Chang De suddenly tugged at the iron chains on his ankles; the "clanking" sound of metal colliding exploded in the cell, carrying a suppressed irritability.

Especially staring at Chen Yan's breezy appearance, his brows knitted into a dead knot, and he had an inexplicable bad premonition...

"Look, this Mirror Master has already written it for you, Marquis!"

Chen Yan laughed lowly, the playfulness hidden in the laughter almost overflowing. He slowly fished something out of his bosom, and when he unfolded it, it was surprisingly a piece of torn prison clothing.

The edges were rough, but it was filled with words written in dark red blood.

The handwriting was sloppy, but the force was heavy; it was exactly Chang De's handwriting.

He shook the fabric in his hand, the blood words glowing with a strange light under the candlelight: "And, every word is carefully chosen to distance your relationship with Dugu Zhao as cleanly as possible!"

He looked extremely punchable.

If the Dingxiang Marquis wasn't willing to cooperate, Chen had plenty of ways.

Moreover, a blood letter written by a hired gun would be more reassuring...

The cleaner the relationship between the two was distanced, the tighter the hat would be pinned on Dugu Zhao's head!

"You bastard!"

Chang De stared fixedly at the blood letter, his pupils constricted, shocked and angry, and cursed: "Old Pillar of State Chen was such a peerless hero; how could he have a direct grandson like you who ruins his reputation!"

"Heaven has no eyes!"

As he spoke, he struggled forward, wanting to snatch the blood letter and tear it to shreds.

The iron chains on his hands and feet were pulled until they clanked, but it only brought a burst of bone-chilling pain.

It was just that the restriction of the iron chains made it difficult for him to move an inch, so Chang De clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and blood beads dripped through his fingers.

He really couldn't understand how Old Pillar of State Chen Hu could have such a grandson; the key was that this bastard had also inherited the title of Duke of Wei!

"Marquis, this Mirror Master knows you are very excited, but don't be excited yet..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, pressed his hand, and said.

He paused and asked: "Do you want to know how your eldest son actually died?"

"Hmm?!"

"Of course!"

Immediately, he shook his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in confusion: "But how is that possible?!"

Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't connect it to this Mingjing Si Mirror Master...

But this kid would never shoot without a target.

"Everything in the world is possible..." Chen Yan held his head high, his eyes full of playfulness, and said meaningfully.

"What exactly did you do!" Chang De heard this, felt inexplicably certain in his heart, and roared madly.

"Actually, it is true that the person who killed your eldest son Chang Wei was You Pinghuai!"

Chen Yan slowly turned around, his back to the faint light of the corridor, half of his face immersed in shadow, revealing only the playful smile at the corner of his mouth, like a cat's tail swaying slowly while teasing a mouse.

He drew out his tone, tapped his fingertips lightly on his sleeve, and suddenly shifted his tone, continuing: "It's just that this Mirror Master used some means to control You Pinghuai's mind..."

It was indeed You Pinghuai who did the deed and got his hands bloody, but he was controlled by Chen.

It was his will that was being exercised!

A perfectly executed link.

"So that's it..."

"So this is the truth..."

With a "thump," the Marquis's legs went soft, and he slumped heavily onto the cold stone bricks, suddenly realizing, and muttered: "The purpose of your scheme was to use my hand to provoke a dispute with the Junior Marshal..."

The iron chains on his ankles were pulled taut by this sudden weight, leaving deep red marks.

He didn't notice it at all, just stared fixedly at the pool of dried blood on the ground, his pupils unfocused.

He paused, his gaze suddenly converged, staring straight at Chen Yan, and said in a deep voice: "And finally, burning the fire onto Big Brother Dugu is what you, Mirror Master Chen, wanted!"

"You Wangzhi slamming into the pillar in court was probably also designed by you!"

It was all connected; Chang De had connected everything...

A bone-chilling coldness rose from the soles of his feet.

It turned out that everyone in their scheme was being manipulated by this big hand hidden in the shadows, walking helplessly toward a predetermined ending.

And the young man in front of him was the culprit of everything...

What kind of terrifying monster was this!

"Not a word off!"

Chen Yan nodded, smiled indifferently, and affirmed.

He paused and continued: "I also have to thank you, Marquis, for being so cooperative; otherwise, this Mirror Master's calculations wouldn't have gone so smoothly..."

"Chen Yan, you are shameless!"

"You won't die a good death!"

Chang De, whose heart had been killed, gritted his teeth and couldn't help but curse.

Immediately, as if realizing something, he showed a look of horror: "Wait, that's not right!"

"You did this so flawlessly, so why would you tell me everything?"

"Could it be...?!"

A bold guess suddenly surfaced in Chang De's heart, and he felt his hair stand on end.

"Just as you thought, Marquis!"

Chen Yan smiled playfully and said: "Only if you commit suicide can this blood letter be completely confirmed!"