“Don’t worry, Second Brother. It won’t bite people indiscriminately,” Jiang Si reassured him.
Looking at his sister’s faint smile, Jiang Zhan wanted to slap himself.
He must be dreaming!
He turned his stiff neck to look at Yu Jin, only to find him completely unfazed.
Jiang Zhan secretly pinched himself.
The pain confirmed he wasn’t dreaming, leaving him even more bewildered.
If this wasn’t a dream, why had his sister changed so much?
Long Dan looked at Jiang Zhan sympathetically, thinking: It seems Second Young Master Jiang doesn’t understand the situation at all. The Princess Consort doesn’t even blink at seeing dead people, so what’s a mere bug to her?
Old Qin also looked at Jiang Zhan with sympathy, silently thinking: Second Young Master probably doesn’t know that the Princess Consort took him in because he can kill people, does he?
Jiang Zhan: “…” Why were they all looking at him? Didn’t they find this strange at all?
Yu Jin kicked the man on the ground lightly: “Stop pretending to be dead. Get up and talk, or I’ll put the bug back on you.”
The man, who had been planning to hold out a bit longer, suddenly sat up. He looked at Yu Jin with his horrifying face, his eyes filled with confusion and terror.
He wasn’t afraid of the man before him, but rather terrified of why the ink bug he had raised for so long had turned against its master.
“Who are you?” Yu Jin asked.
The man remained silent.
Yu Jin frowned: “Since you don’t want to talk, let’s just kill him. Long Dan—”
Long Dan was taken aback.
This interrogation method seemed a bit crude and violent.
“Hm?” Yu Jin raised an eyebrow in displeasure.
Long Dan snapped back to attention: “Yes, of course.”
He pulled out a dagger and moved it towards the man’s heart.
The man’s face turned pale as he shouted: “I’ll talk!”
The dagger’s tip was already pressing against his chest, piercing through his outer garment and breaking the skin. If he had spoken a moment later, his life would have been over.
The man trembled like a sieve, nearly collapsing on the ground. Only one thought remained in his mind: This person is insane. Who kills someone just because they don’t respond to a single question?
“Speak. Which tribe are you from?” Yu Jin asked expressionlessly.
The man glanced at the dagger in his chest, his meaning clear: Remove the dagger so I can speak.
Yu Jin nodded understandingly and instructed Long Dan: “No need to withdraw the dagger. If he hesitates, just stab him.”
The man: “…”
Deeply aware that his life meant nothing to these people, the man lowered his head and said weakly: “I’m from the Wu Miao tribe—”
A cold laugh interrupted him, followed by a chilly voice: “You’re lying.”
The man couldn’t help but look at the speaker.
It was a handsome young man who was coldly staring at him.
The black bug hiding in the sleeve sensed the movement and carefully poked out its head.
Jiang Si pushed the bug back in, her gaze growing colder.
The black bug raised by the man was called an ink bug, a rare species. In the female-dominated Wu Miao tribe, no man would have the right to raise such a creature.
A man who would frame the Wu Miao tribe and raise a rare insect—
“Why did the Xue Miao tribe send you to assassinate the Prince of Yan?” Jiang Si asked calmly.