“Dying message?” Zu An frowned.

Vice Magistrate Pang Chun stepped in to elaborate. “The deceased, Yang Wei, managed to write out a word, ‘Zu’, before he passed away. Not only did you get into a conflict with him two days ago in the academy, there’s also no one else who goes by the surname ‘Zu’ in the entire Brightmoon City. It seems that the person that he’s referring to in his final message is none other than you.”

Even Chu Zhongtian found himself flustered at the revelation of Yang Wei’s dying message, but Zu An forced himself to remain composed. It was exactly at times like this that he couldn’t panic. He had seen far too many dramas where the plaintiff just kept crying ‘I’m being framed’ and ‘I’m innocent’ to know that it was futile to do so.

He pondered over the matter for some time before saying, “There should be a motive behind the murder. I have no reason to kill Yang Wei.”

“No reason? You came into conflict with Yang Wei in the academy, and there are several hundred people who can testify to that! You harbored hatred in your heart, and so you assassinated my husband for that. You’re a vile man through and through!” Yang Wei’s wife roared at Zu An, her face warped with anger.

“Indeed, I did come into conflict with Yang Wei, but it was just a squabble regarding arithmetic—which I won, by the way. Principal Jiang even appointed me as the stand-in arithmetic teacher to replace him. On the other hand, Yang Wei was thoroughly disgraced in public and fired from the...