Ming Zhitian nodded, "Indeed, they deserve to die. No, I'm talking about that special envoy. It was a complete misunderstanding. Forget it, I can't explain it clearly to you. Leave it to me. In three days, I'll give you an answer."
Bai Qianqian said, "You can go. We've accepted our fate. It's hateful that we can't keep you!"
Ming Zhitian looked at Fan Zitian, "Old Fan, please keep an eye on these two for me. Don't let them do anything foolish. I'll be back."
Fan Zitian nodded, and Ming Zhitian walked away in the rain.
Bai Qianqian looked at Fan Zitian, "Grandpa Fan, do you really believe him? He's probably going to get reinforcements, isn't he?"
Fan Zitian shook his head, "I don't think so. Because, as he said, it would have been as simple as a wave of his hand to kill the three of us. He wouldn't have given us a chance to speak."
Bai Yang, now recovered from his injuries and with a clearer mind, said, "Old Fan is right. He could have easily framed us, and our Bai family would have been doomed. But why would he do that? And I've been thinking a lot just now. It was only the special envoy's word back then. Whether it's true or false, we'll just have to wait three days for him to clarify."
Looking at his daughter Bai Qianqian's eyes, he couldn't help but think of Yun Shu. Bai Yang sighed, "Qianqian, don't worry. Even if I become a ghost, I'll go to the King of Hell and report him."
...
Ming Zhitian returned to Tianqiu. After several inquiries, he learned that for the mission issued by Kong Chang eight years ago, he was out on bounty, so he delegated it to his subordinates. However, he couldn't remember which subordinate he had assigned it to. Tian Ranlin might know.
He didn't want to see Tian Ranlin, but after all, it had been eight years, and there was no clue. Moreover, he was now a civilian and could not access classified documents.
Through Tian Ranmei's connection, Ming Zhitian was specially allowed to visit the place where Tian Ranlin was held.
Eighty-five-centimeter-thick copper walls and iron ramparts, designed to restrain martial artists below Tian Jue level. No matter how powerful she was, she couldn't break through.
The heavy iron door opened, and Ming Zhitian walked straight in. Tian Ranlin was stunned. She hadn't expected Ming Zhitian to be the first person to visit her.
Tian Ranlin sneered, "Ming Zhitian? What are you doing here?"
Ming Zhitian's expression was cold, "I have something to ask you."
Tian Ranlin sneered, "Begging me? Hahaha..."
"Kneel!"
Ming Zhitian was stunned, "What?"
Tian Ranlin got up from the stone bed, "Don't you have something to ask of me? Kneel!"
Ming Zhitian looked at her coldly, "Do you have to be like this?"
Tian Ranlin said, "Yes!"
Ming Zhitian knelt. Whether it was for Yun Shu, the wife of the City Lord of Jin Yin Bei City, or for the five hundred warriors who died for the fallen heroes, Ming Zhitian put aside his pride. He wanted an explanation and didn't want his title as the Sky King Emperor to be tainted.
Tian Ranlin smiled, "Take off your clothes."
"What?" Ming Zhitian looked up.
Tian Ranlin said angrily, "I said, take off your clothes!"
Ming Zhitian complied and took off his clothes. Tian Ranlin saw his body covered in scars and her heart softened.
"Slap!" Tian Ranlin slapped him. Ming Zhitian did not resist.
Tian Ranlin said, "I'll slap you once, and we'll be even. You can go."
Ming Zhitian stood up, "Are you toying with me?"
Tian Ranlin said proudly, "Yes, so what?"
Ming Zhitian grabbed her fair neck, "Do you believe me..."
Tian Ranlin said, "I believe you. If you have the guts, kill me. Just snap my neck gently. Come on."
Ming Zhitian threw her away, "You are truly a madwoman! And I am a fool! To be so foolish as to believe you?"
Tian Ranlin rubbed her red and swollen neck, "Cough, cough... I never promised you anything from beginning to end. Did I force you to kneel? Did I control you?"
Ming Zhitian turned to leave, "Wait!"
Ming Zhitian stopped, not looking back. Tian Ranlin said, "Han Wen."
"What?" Ming Zhitian turned around, "How could it be Han Wen? He was one of my most promising students."
Tian Ranlin lay on the bed. Despite her current fallen state, she couldn't hide her natural beauty. "Believe it or not, you can get out now."
Ming Zhitian wanted to reach out and tidy her messy hair. Tian Ranlin stared at him, "Get out!"
Ming Zhitian's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, then he withdrew it and turned to leave.
Tian Ranmei turned back and looked at him meaningfully, "Did you find out?"
Ming Zhitian nodded, "I can't believe that Han Wen was the one who framed me for the death of City Lord's wife, Yun Shu, eight years ago."
Tian Ranmei mused, "Han Wen?"