Chapter 58: He Liang Is a Scapegoat

Chapter 58

As soon as He Zhiyuan finished speaking, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

He didn't care that the people who were helping He Ming with his injury had a grudge against his family, and continued, "This is not how it should be. He Ming and He Liang's injuries are exactly the same, and their conditions were almost the same yesterday. Could it be that He Liang did not die because of his injury?"

After examining He Ming's injury, He Zhiran had completely confirmed this point.

According to what Mo Jiuye said, when he made his move, there was no deviation at all, and the two's injuries could be said to be identical.

When she examined He Ming's injury just now, she could completely confirm that apart from He Ming being a little weak physically, he was in no danger of losing his life, and it was impossible for someone to just die after sleeping for a while.

He Zhiran looked at the corpse parked on the other side, and strode over.

In front of everyone, she lifted a tattered piece of clothing covering He Liang's head.

He Liang's eyes were closed tightly, not forced shut after death, which showed he did not suffer when he died.

And she could determine that from the time of He Liang's death until now, it was less than an hour.

To be precise, it should have been after Mo Jiuye returned from his night visit to the county prison.

After carefully examining it, He Zhiran pulled out a long silver needle from He Liang's Baihui acupoint.

During her examination of the corpse, Peng Wang and He Zhiyuan had been standing on the side watching the whole time.

When He Zhiran pulled out that silver needle, they were both shocked.

He Zhiyuan cried again, "Who was it? Who was it? It's not enough that my son was injured, they actually took his life too... woo woo... "

After working as an official for many years, he was not completely ignorant about this kind of assassination.

To be able to kill someone in such an imperceptible way, they must be top experts among experts.

And the main purpose was to silence him.

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but ponder who He Liang might have offended back when he was in the capital.

Perhaps this way, he could guess who the murderer was.

It's just that no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of when He Liang had offended such a formidable figure.

He Liang's wife came over crying, and once again covered his head with the tattered clothing, sobbing, "Near dawn, my husband said he was thirsty, and I fed him some water.

He felt more and more that this woman was more extraordinary than he had imagined.

At the same time, he was also glad to have encountered such a wife, she was simply a great help sent by the heavens.

Mo Jiuye himself didn't even know why, even at this time, he could still think about such irrelevant things.

But very soon, he brought back his wandering thoughts.

"He Liang's death is a good thing for us."

"Why?" He Zhiran asked.

"If it really is as you just said, the assassin must have reported back that the assassination was successful.

In the short term, Nan Qi will think I'm dead. Even if he finds out it's wrong, he won't be able to act too quickly the next time, so we can live in peace for a while."

He Zhiran knew that Mo Jiuye's analysis was reasonable.

But the peace he spoke of could only be temporary. If they wanted permanent peace, it was probably impossible for now.

When He Zhiran followed Mo Jiuye on the road to exile, she was mentally prepared that the journey would not be smooth, and the future would continue to be so.

"Since this is the case, let's face everything in the future with equanimity, we'll cross the bridges when we come to them.

Evil has never prevailed over righteousness since ancient times, I don't believe those with malicious intents can rampage for too long."

Take Nan Qi for example. Historical records state that he did not reign for even five years before his health declined due to indulgence in carnal pleasures, and he died prematurely.

Later, his only 6-year-old son ascended the throne, the court was controlled by powerful ministers, and it wasn't long before the Great Shun dynasty changed hands.

However, He Zhiran had no intention of telling Mo Jiuye any of this. She had already changed Mo Jiuye's destiny once. As for what would happen in the future, who knew?

When Mo Jiuye was stripped of his assets and exiled, he had already lost hope for the future, and even developed a kind of self-destructive mindset.

But after he discovered Nan Qi's true face, his thinking had completely transformed.

He Zhiran, a woman who had just married into the Mo family, was full of hope for the future. If he, the only Mo man, continued to be self-destructive, it would be too disappointing to the Mo ancestors and the family members exiled with him.

No matter what, he had to try his best to survive, even if he could only live out his days in the barren northwest in the future. As long as the family lived in harmony, it would still be a blessing.

With this thought, Mo Jiuye immediately cheered up.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to protect you and the family."