At a necessary moment, he could even order the dead soldiers to kill everyone in the caravan, and then commit suicide by taking poison, leaving no living habits.
Silence your mouth and cleanly.
This cruel and smart arrangement made Xiao Lingyue feel familiar and terrifying.
Among the people of Nanyan she knew, only Murong Ye liked this kind of calculation without leaving any room, and everything was calculated to the fullest.
Xiao Lingyue's eyes were dark: "You talked with Mr. Yan before and mentioned that the transaction was for the sake of 'Your Highness'. Who is this 'Your Highness'?"
The middle-aged man was shocked: "How did you know?"
"Now I'm asking you, how do you care about me?"
Xiao Lingyue said coldly: "Tell me honestly!"
The middle-aged man sweated coldly: "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 shocked that he almost pissed.
"We really don't know! Your Highness is just a respectful title. Occasionally we receive instructions from the Lord, which mentioned that Your Highness over time, we all know that Your Highness is the real master behind the Lord. It was him who set up a caravan to make us available.
These people eat in one bite of food.
But even so, we really don’t know who the ‘Your Highness’ is!
Such a noble and powerful figure, like us, who make money, are not from the same world, so how dare we inquire about it casually?”
The middle-aged man was crying and his expression was not like lying.
Xiao Lingyue asked, "Is he a native of Nanyan court?"
Middle-aged man hesitated: "It should be"
Xiao Lingyue was unhappy: "Should it be?"
The middle-aged man was almost crying: "I'm not sure, but I didn't dare to ask more questions when I heard the tone of the adults like this."
Xiao Lingyue's mouth twitched slightly, she was really ignorant.
Even if he didn't understand who the master was behind him, he dared to work hard for others and do a headless business like smuggling iron ore.
But thinking about it, it wouldn't be surprising if Murong Ye was behind this.
After all, he has a good brainwashing ability, and there is never a shortage of people around him who are willing to work for him.
"I have said everything I should say. You can let me go now, right?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.
He was still lying on the bed in a mess, with a dagger across his neck, and his shoulders that were pierced by the dagger and then swirled a hole. Blood gushed out, soaking a large area of the quilt pressing under him.
This injury is extremely difficult to stop bleeding.
Because of excessive blood loss, the middle-aged man felt dizzy, his hands and feet were cold and weak, and he was unable to even struggle.
Even if Xiao Lingyue does not kill him, his life will be worrying even if this injury does not stop bleeding.
"I've finished speaking? It's not necessarily true?"
Xiao Lingyue sneered, and took out a hand from her arms and stretched it out to the middle-aged man: "What does this mean?"
The middle-aged man looked dizzy and suddenly trembled all over and his mind became clear!
It was a thin piece of cloth, like cut from clothes.
The same size as a letter paper.
There is no word above, only a small red dot in the lower right corner.
Like a drop of blood stained.
The middle-aged man was sweating coldly: "How could this thing be in your hands?!"
The blank letter that Xiao Lingyue had puzzled before was taken out by a middle-aged man himself. He recognized it at a glance. The blood dot on the cloth was exactly the same as the ink dot on the letter paper.
Even the size of the cloth is as big as the letter paper. It is obviously copied as it is