When necessary, he could even order the dead men to kill everyone in the caravan and then commit suicide by taking poison, leaving no one alive.

Kill it completely.

This ruthless and shrewd arrangement gave Xiao Lingyue a familiar sense of horror.

Among the Nanyan people she knew, only Murong Ye liked this kind of calculation that left no room for chance, and he calculated everything incisively and vividly.

Xiao Lingyue's eyes dimmed: "When you and Mr. Yan were talking before, you mentioned that the transaction was for 'His Highness'. Who is this 'His Highness'?"

The middle-aged man was shocked: "You, how do you know?"

"I'm asking you now, you don't care how I know!"

Xiao Lingyue said coldly: "Be honest!"

The middle-aged man broke into a cold sweat: "I don't know who your highness is..."

Xiao Lingyue cut his neck with a knife and said coldly: "You try to fool me again?"

"I didn't fool you!"

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he almost pissed himself.

"We really don't know! Your Highness is just an honorific title. Occasionally we receive instructions from your lord, and your highness is mentioned in it... As time goes by, we all know that your highness is the real master behind your lord, and he founded it all by himself.

The caravan only has food for people like us.

But even so, we really don’t know who ‘Your Highness’ is!

Such a high-ranking big shot is not in the same world as us, the little ants who work hard to earn money. How can we dare to inquire casually..."

The middle-aged man burst into tears when he spoke, but his expression did not look like he was lying.

Xiao Lingyue asked: "Is he from the Nanyan court?"

The middle-aged man hesitated: "It should be..."

Xiao Lingyue was displeased: "Should?"

The middle-aged man was about to cry: "I'm not sure either. I just heard the adult's tone...like this, I don't dare to ask any more questions."

The corners of Xiao Lingyue's mouth twitched slightly, she was really ignorant.

Without even knowing who the master behind it is, he dares to work for others and engage in such a stupid business as smuggling iron ore.

But think about it, it wouldn't be surprising if it was Murong Ye behind this.

After all, he has a knack for brainwashing, and there is never a shortage of people around him who are willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

"I've said everything I need to say, can you let me go now?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.

He was still lying on the bed in a state of embarrassment, with a dagger hanging across his neck. His shoulder was pierced by the dagger and twisted in a circle, leaving a hole. Blood gushes out, soaking a large area of ​​the quilt underneath him.

This type of injury is extremely difficult to stop bleeding.

Due to excessive blood loss, the middle-aged man only felt dizzy, his hands and feet were cold and weak, and he no longer had the strength to struggle.

Even if Xiao Lingyue doesn't kill him, his life will be in danger if the injury doesn't stop bleeding.

"Have you finished talking? Not necessarily?"

Xiao Lingyue sneered, took out something from her arms with one free hand, unfolded it and stretched it out in front of the middle-aged man: "What does this mean?"

The middle-aged man looked dizzy, his whole body trembled, and his mind came to his senses!

It was a thin piece of cloth, as if cut from clothing.

The same size as letter paper.

There is no word on it, only a small red dot in the lower right corner.

Like a drop of blood on it.

The middle-aged man was covered in cold sweat: "How come...this thing is in your hands?!"

The white paper letter that had puzzled Xiao Lingyue before was taken out by the middle-aged man himself. He recognized it at a glance. The blood spots on the cloth were in exactly the same position as the ink spots on the letter.

Even the size of the cloth is exactly the same as the letter paper. It was obviously copied from the original.
Chapter completed!