Chapter 437: Did you put the poison?

The grasshopper that jumped out by itself may feel unrewarding, but fried and eaten, it has its own flavor.

At this moment, Ning Hanmo gave a half-smile, took a big step forward, getting close to Vice General Zhang. He lifted his head and looked at Vice General Zhang, saying, "Since you are so perceptive, why did General Jiang get poisoned? General Zhang must know, right?"

Could it be…

His words trailed off halfway, and he gave a light laugh, "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Or, did you put the poison?"

……

For a moment, the soldiers' eyes flickered around; their previously steadfast gazes, now looking at Vice General Zhang, also showed a hint of doubt.

Indeed, Vice General Zhang is so capable he can spot suspicion at a glance, yet how could the general have been poisoned?

"Little brat, you're talking nonsense."

Vice General Zhang's pitch-black face showed no sign of reddening, yet his cheeks were burning hot, and his eyes held a hint of madness.

"Who are you? Sowing discord in the army deserves death!"

As Vice General Zhang finished speaking, he drew the knife at his waist, about to strike down, when a folding fan directly blocked his path.

"Oh? Vice General Zhang, are you angry from embarrassment?"

Jiang Yunchu wasn't the least bit anxious, her smile full of cold clarity, making her thoughts unreadable.

"What's the rush? Are you afraid he'll reveal his identity? Or afraid he'll strike a chord in your heart?"

"At your age, extreme anger easily harms the heart, don't you know?"

"At your age, how can you still be so unsettled?"

Jiang Yunchu flicked her fan, "Mischievous!"

What he had just said about Jiang Fengsheng, sentence by sentence, was thrown back at him.

"Don't rush; let me explain my identity first, then you can strike—wouldn't that be better?"

"After all, there are no clues—are you afraid of my identity, or do you want to silence me?"

The youth showed no fear, each sentence striking at the heart.

"You are all spies from Xijiang, each of you a Xijiang spy, disturbing the army's morale—you deserve death."

Vice General Zhang shouted angrily, seeing the growing doubtful gazes around him, his hand gripping the knife trembling slightly.

"Oh? Xijiang spies."

"I'd like to know what capability Xijiang has to plant spies in the Regent Prince's Manor."

Regent Prince's Manor!

Ning Chengyan!

All the soldiers of Da Ning could say anyone is a Da Ning spy, yet no one dares say the Regent Prince's Manor.

The general who led the troops as a youth, the general who guarded the north, the general who vanished three years ago and still has no news to this day.

He guarded Da Ning's northernmost frontier, that most chaotic place, with his frail silhouette.

"Regent Prince's Manor?"

"Good heavens, people from the Regent Prince's Manor?"

"At this age, still being from the Regent Prince's Manor, it couldn't be…"

The people around looked Ning Hanmo over one by one.

"I am Ning Hanmo; my father is the Regent Prince and also the great general of the Wang Fu army, Ning Chengyan."

"My mother is the eldest legitimate daughter of the General's Manor, the Regent Prince's Consort."

"Am I a spy?"

"What am I scheming? Did you kick my brains out?"

The higher the initial flattery, the more each sentence now pierces the heart.

"Vice General Zhang, what do you think?" the young boy said, looking at Vice General Zhang with a faint smile on his face.

Someone noticed that his smile resembled that of the black-clad man beside him, remarkably similar.

"Enough, this young master doesn't have so much time to accompany you in your act; these days you've been jumping around enough." Ning Hanmo said helplessly.

"I originally wanted you to jump around a few more days."

"What a pity…"

"You shouldn't have moved her."

"Her, him?"

Everyone glanced aside at the man with a light smile—was it him?

Jiang Yunchu raised her eyebrows; judging by the situation, the little ones have grasped the evidence.

"Old Zhang, how can you face the general?"

A voice heavy with sorrow: he had doubted everyone, yet never doubted him.

Never had.

They had followed the general, step by step, crawling out of piles of corpses.

The general saved him; otherwise he would have died long ago.

Yet the traitor turned out to be him.

No blame on the general for lacking precautions, no blame for his inner suspicion—yet he never spoke who it was.

The general probably couldn't bring himself to believe it either.

"Worthy of?"

"He is the general; what are we? We are the vanguard horsemen, and even unto death we remain so."

Vice General Zhang burst into hysterical laughter, a manic demeanor.

Why not give it my all? If I lose, I'll let the blade and axe have their way; if I win, I'll be a general commanding a region.

My skill is lacking; I admit it.

That Vice General Zhang laughed, even burst out laughing.

Jiang Yunchu shook their head, 'Pitiable, tragic.'

You brat, what else are you saying? Vice General Zhang pointed at Jiang Yunchu, "Is he pitiful?"

Jiang Yunchu lifted his eyes and looked at him, 'Isn't that so? In the moment of midnight reverie, is your heart at peace?'

When Xijiang massacres Da Ning in blood, won't you have nightmares?

Oh, you have no heart. She lightly shook her head, "Then let's talk about what comes next."

If Xijiang wins, what will your fate be? Someone who can betray their life-saving benefactor, who can betray Da Ning.

Sooner or later, one day... you will also betray Xijiang.

You say, what will they do?

Jiang Yunchu gave him no answer, merely wearing a faint smile; in that smile, it seemed there was nothing, yet also seemed to hold much.

Vice General Zhang didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't control his own mind—what would happen to him?

He will die!

Xijiang won't let him live.

At the moment he chooses to betray, his life ought to end.

General, Old Zhang was wrong, General! Vice General Zhang knelt on the ground, dragging his knees forward.

But...

Too late, the one who cared for you alone has been poisoned by you. Jiang Yunchu's words were like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

She stepped into the grand tent step by step; this time, no one dared to stop her.

The path is walked out by oneself; cause and effect, one must bear them oneself.

Dean, still not awake. Seeing Jiang Yunchu, Kang Ziwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at her with some worry.

Jiang Yunchu said nothing, but after taking the pulse, checked the spread of the toxin; after the previous detox, the general's body had improved greatly, but this gu worm spreads too quickly.

Hot water...

Gold needle.

Strong liquor.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Fengsheng, 'Second aunt, I need it now.'

Jiang Fengsheng hurriedly nodded, 'I'll go prepare this right away.'

Several little rascals, now nobody believes them, each guarding outside; Kang Zhi Chun entered the grand tent to help.

I'm about to begin." Jiang Yunchu looked at them, then gave a light smile, "If I fall unconscious, don't worry; just rest for a few days.