Chapter 432: Success

"What? Impossible..." Yang Zhiqing panicked, Fang Zilan's expression became colder, "Mr. Yang, do you have anything to defend yourself?"

"I..." Yang Zhiqing opened his mouth and made a voice after a long time, "I'm also forced to do anything!"

He said, stepping forward and kneeling at Fang Zilan's feet, "Mr. Fang, I have an old mother and a young son, and the whole family expects me to be alone. I can't die!"

Fang Zilan looked at Yang Zhiqing in a stern voice and said in a cold voice: "Where is Lord Wu, does he have no parents or relatives?"

"Master Wu...he..." Yang Zhiqing couldn't say it, and Fang Zilan leaned over and looked at him and said, "Why don't you say it? If you speak, Master Wu may still have a glimmer of hope."

"How dare I..." Yang Zhiqing said as his eyes turned red, Fang Zilan's hands clenched in her sleeves into fists. She realized that her behavior was too despicable now.

She knew that the Ghost Sect was cruel and knew that Yang Zhiqing had to be forced to do so, but she still questioned him like this. To put it bluntly, she could not escape the relationship between Wu Sheng's death, but she still tried to find the so-called real culprit behind the scenes, as if she could feel at ease in this way.

However, the fact is that there are far more than one murderer - Ji Ningtian, King of Chujiang, Yang Zhiqing, and herself.

Yang Zhiqing saw Fang Zilan remain silent and shouted tentatively: "Master Fang?"

Fang Zilan came to her senses, and as if she had made up her great determination, she pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Yang, go and surrender."

"What?" Yang Zhiqing was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"I will take care of you for the time being, your family." Fang Zilan looked decisive, as if there was no room for change.

"Master Fang..." Yang Zhiqing wanted to say something else, but Fang Zilan stopped him. "You are threatened, even if you are guilty, you will not be sentenced too seriously. Moreover, I will personally write a letter to plead for you. I will also..."

"Why?" Yang Zhiqing asked blankly, and Fang Zilan lowered her eyes and said, "It will be a matter of time before Lord Zou Hongqi of the Ministry of Justice finds you. More importantly, killing someone to pay for your life. The person behind the scenes needs to be punished as they deserve."

"The punishment should be?" Yang Zhiqing laughed out loud as if he heard something funny, "Mr. Fang, how many people died in the capital? Have those murderers ever been punished? Why do I..."

"Not in the past, it does not mean there will be no in the future." Fang Zilan interrupted him and said firmly: "No matter how difficult it is, I will make the people behind the scenes pay the price."

Yang Zhiqing raised his head, stared at Fang Zilan, who looked solemn and arrogant, and couldn't help but say, "What if it can't be done?"

"That's also done." Fang Zilan did not hesitate and decisively said: "The world needs the truth, not the pretentious peace. Is Lord Yang willing to be accused of buying a murderer and assassinating the imperial court's official for nothing?"

"I don't want to!" Yang Zhiqing almost roared. After saying that, he calmed down and whispered: "Master Rong Fang will give me one more day. After I say goodbye to my family, I will surrender myself."

As he said these words, his eyes passed by Fang Zilan and looked behind her.

Fang Zilan turned her head, looked at the old man who was trembling towards the ancestral hall, and finally nodded and said, "Okay."

"This is Lord Fang." The old man stepped over the threshold of the ancestral hall and his steps were a little unstable. Yang Zhiqing stood up and walked over quickly, reaching out to hold her, "Mom, be careful."

Fang Zilan stepped forward to see the favor, and the old man held her hand excitedly, "Okay, that's great. Thank you Lord Fang for taking care of this kid in my family. His father passed away early. If he hadn't been willing to endure hardships, he had stayed in the smoky and smoky land in the southeast for many years, and he would not have had the good life he had in the capital now. In the future, if there is anything wrong with him, please bear with me."

The old man said that he wanted to salute. Fang Zilan hurriedly grabbed her arm with his back hand, "Madam is so serious."

"Mr. Fang, how is this kid in the government office doing? Didn't he cause trouble for you?" The old man's eyes were filled with careful expectation. Fang Zilan bent the corner of his lips and smiled, "Mr. Yang has done a good job, and the government office cannot live without him."

"That's good, that's good..." The old man smiled with relief, but the next moment he suddenly coughed.

Seeing this, Yang Zhiqing said anxiously: "My mother has not recovered from her long illness and cannot bear the wind. Please allow me to send her back to her room first."

"You go." Fang Zilan said goodbye: "I have something to do in my house, so I won't keep much."

Yang Zhiqing gave a hurried gift, then helped the old man leave. Fang Zilan looked at their backs and felt a little sour.

When Xiao Xuan'er investigated the public in the government office, she had told her that Yang Zhiqing had been quite regretful in her words.

Yang Zhiqing's father was originally the head of the Ministry of Justice, and his rank was not low, but he died early. When he died in office, Yang Zhiqing was only ten years old. Later, according to the recommendation system of the children of the official family, he became a low-level job.

With nowhere to be carried out, Yang Zhiqing invited him to the southeastern smoky land - a place where all the children of the capital were avoided. He was only eighteen years old at that time.

It took eight years to go there. When he returned to Beijing, he finally entered the Southeast Government Office, but he was always an unknown little chief clerk. Fortunately, he didn't care much, as long as he received a salary to support the family, it would be enough.

He is just a conscientious and ordinary person who takes every step hard, but by chance he is involved in such a storm and he can't even be safe.

Fang Zilan didn't know how she walked back to the house. She suddenly felt that she could no longer passively let Ji Ningtian lead the nose. In the long run, she would only implicate more and more innocent people.

Perhaps in Ji Ningtian's eyes, they were just ants, but in her eyes, they were all living people. When they came to the world, they should not leave without clarity.

After she made up her mind, she found Xiao Xuan'er and instructed: "All news related to the Ghost Sect will be released to the Zhuge family."

"What?" Xiao Xuan'er was shocked, "Mr. Fang, although I told you before that Mr. Zhuge suddenly investigated the affairs of the previous dynasty, he has not found the Ghost Sect yet, you..."

"Since I can't find out, then I'll help him. What's wrong?" Fang Zilan's lips curled gently and said coldly: "I'm afraid that Zixiu's identity will be known. Isn't Ji Ningtian afraid that his identity as the leader of the Ghost Sect will be known?

"Master Fang, if the Ghost Sect and your identity are known to Mr. Zhuge..." Xiao Xuan'er frowned, "How could he tolerate someone who can't tolerate sand in his eyes?"

"What I want is Mr. Zhuge can't help it." Fang Zilan's expression was dim and unclear. "If I can't speak, let him tell His Majesty if I can't speak."

However, before Xiao Xuan'er could reveal the news to the Zhuge family, Yang Zhiqing died on the way to Jingzhao Yin's Mansion to surrender.

Just ten steps away from the Jingzhao Yin Mansion, Yang Zhiqing died on the streets. In less than an hour, the news spread throughout the capital.

When Fang Zilan arrived stepping on the boiling voices of the people, she saw only Yang Zhiqing's body and died with her eyes open. On the bloody letter beside him, the big words "By life and return life."
Chapter completed!