The supposed information they required from Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang seemed like it would indeed be of no use here. It was no wonder no one had come to ask the two of them for the details of their journey. The crux of the case no longer had anything to do with them. Nothing would come out of more detailed questioning.0

Now the most simple method for solving the case was to bring out the Qinghe Sword. Whoever’s heart was most fiendish, the Qinghe Sword would desire to cut down. Would not the matter be settled?0

Cui Wenjing, who had not said anything so far, slowly said, “I agree that we should use the Qinghe Sword. However, I must first point out a problem.”0

Everyone bowed. “Please enlighten us, master.”0

Cui Wenjing looked around and said coldly, “All of the suspicion has now been placed on Yuanyong and Yuancheng, as if this absolves the other brothers and elders of the clan of their suspicion. I don’t see why that would be the case. Just who planted this notion in your heads and misled you idiots?”0

Everyone was taken aback. There were quite a few people flushed with anger.0

Of course, there were many people who had done this intentionally, both publicly and privately. If the two eldest sons of the main family were suspects, did this not mean that other people had a chance?0

With so many of these voices...0