Faced with Sun Jiuyang's accusation, Tang Pingfan dusted himself off and responded noncommittally:
"And what you are doing now also confirms my inference."
"Your narrow-mindedness and ill-will will definitely lead to retribution. If you had still stayed in the Sun family and still had the right to inherit, I'm afraid the Sun family would have been torn apart by now."
"At the very least, your eldest brother was killed by you, allowing you to occupy your sister-in-law and inherit the family property."
"Essentially, you will lead others to force Mrs. Sun into the palace and replace her as the leader of the Sun family, assuming the status of the leader of the Chinese people."
"Even if that's the case, you've probably already attacked the Sun family."
"Mrs. Sun lost two lives in Cihangzhai, Sun Chongshan collapsed, and Mrs. Sun is ill. I'm afraid it's all related to you."
Tang Pingfan tried it intentionally or unintentionally, his tone was disapproving, but his eyes were a little sharper.
Ye Fan's nerves were slightly tense, thinking of Luo Feihua who was framed and Mrs. Sun who jumped from the window.
At that time, it was believed that Zhong Shiba was retaliating against Luo Feihua and framed Mrs. Sun to death. Looking back now, I am afraid that there were also avengers who were adding fuel to the flames.
The opponent is able to use the grievances of various families and the resentment of the abandoned son to set up a trap, which must be said to be powerful enough.
Ye Fan also judged that 90% of it was the work of Tang Sanguo.
He couldn't help but feel lucky again that he had killed Xiong Tianjun and trapped Ye Tianri and Tang Sanguo to death. Otherwise, these people would have killed many people if they had been working together.
At this time, Tang Pingfan asked again: "Are you still a human being when you attack the Sun family?"
"The Sun family turned me into a street rat. Isn't it normal for me to get some interest back?"
Sun Jiuyang shouted subconsciously: "And if the Sun family is not destroyed, I will never be able to be with my sister-in-law in this life."
Hearing this, Tang Pingfan revealed a hint of ridicule: "You are indeed a white-eyed wolf."
"Don't you know that the reason why you were able to escape from the Sun family and still live safely today is because of Mrs. Sun's release?"
"If Mrs. Sun really wanted to kill you, with the strength and size of the Sun family, you would have been hacked to death without even leaving the door that night."
"The reward for the Jianghu manhunt is still the pitiful one million it was many years ago."
"I didn't expect that if the Sun family spared your life, not only would you not be grateful, but you would also harbor resentment and revenge."
Tang Pingfan shook his head gently: "You and Tang Sanguo are really the same kind of people."
Sun Jiuyang's body trembled slightly, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but finally fell silent.
It's not that I don't know some things, but I just don't want to face them. Once they are pointed out, I will be speechless.
Tang Pingfan struck while the iron was hot: "Stop resisting."
"Tell me your plans for today and I will arrange for you to meet your sister-in-law."
"Otherwise, she will die in the peach blossom forest tomorrow."
"And I don't need to take action. I just need to declare that you are in my hands. Your weak spot is Taohua'an's sister-in-law."
"I think Temu Cihua and the others will definitely take advantage of your weakness and force you to commit suicide and shut up."
Tang Pingfan and Sun Jiuyang made it clear: "If you die, your sister-in-law will also be silenced."
"you--"
Sun Jiuyang was angry and then discouraged. Tang Pingfan's move hit his vital point.
He didn't care about his own life or death, but he didn't want that woman to die.
I was ignorant and harmed others' innocence back then, so I can no longer harm others' lives.
Thinking of this, he sighed: "Our plan is basically consistent with what you said, Master Tang."
"That is to slander you as Lu Buwei, lure you back to Longdu to attack, kill you and leave the Tang clan without a leader."
"Then I will pour dirty water on Song Hongyan and accuse her and Ye Fan of killing the head of the Tang Sect if they want to ascend to the throne."
He coughed and said: "Without Song Hongyan as an obstacle, we will support Tang Huangpu's third nephew to rise to power."
Ye Fan asked: "What if your assassination fails?"
"The assassination failed, and there was no backup plan."
Sun Jiuyang responded as if he was resigned to his fate: "The worst result is that I die holding the Tang Sect Master in my arms."
"The parasite plan and Lu Buwei's dirty water plan have failed continuously. The battle of the pagoda cannot be missed."
"Even if I risk my life, I will kill the Tang Sect Master at any cost."
"But later, after I communicated with Tiemu Cihua, I got one more choice."
"Then I try my best to escape and at the same time reveal my identity as Tang Sanguo's stand-in."
"Once Tang Sanguo knows that I have been exposed or caught, he will definitely not stay in the sanatorium like a coward."
He smiled bitterly: "Whether he is struggling to save his life or wants to continue to make trouble, he will escape from Jinyi Pavilion as soon as possible."
Ye Fan asked further: "Are you having another internal conflict?"
Sun Jiuyang exhaled a long breath without hiding much:
"One is that Temu Cihua wanted Tang Sanguo to die, and he believed that Temujin's death was related to Tang Sanguo."
"Just out of overall considerations, Tiemu Cihua cannot let Tang Sanguo die lightly. No matter what, he wants both Tang Sanguo and Shenzhou to suffer a loss."
"So if my assassination fails, I will throw Tang Sanguo out and force him to fight with all parties in China."
"There's another reason why I can't stand the shrinking behavior of Tang Sanguo."
"For me, revenge cannot be like Sima Yi's, and I can't wait until I am 70 or 80 years old before taking revenge."
"I am old, what's the point of killing my enemy and avenging blood?"
"What I want is to have a good time, to be open and close, and to fight head-on."
He raised his head slightly: "Tang Sanguo has endured it for so many years. I think it's enough, so I'm thinking of forcing him into a desperate situation to unleash his potential."
Tang Pingfan nodded slightly: "A last-ditch battle? Actually, I also want to see how amazing the Tang Three Kingdoms' last-ditch battle was."
Sun Jiuyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and squeezed out another sentence:
"Someone is secretly watching me and the pagoda. My current unlucky situation must have been passed on to Tang Sanguo."
"There are Tiemu Cihua's chess pieces in Jinyi Pavilion. It will not be difficult for the Tang and Three Kingdoms to obtain information."
Sun Jiuyang added: "He is 90% ready to run away now."
Chen Yuanyuan breathed rapidly: "We can't let him run away, we can't let him run away, we must make him pay with blood."
Her love for Tang Sanguo completely dissipated, leaving only hatred, which made Ye Fan have to lament the failure of Tang Sanguo.
Tang Pingfan didn't talk nonsense and tilted his head slightly to Tang Shi'er: "Contact Mrs. Zhao of Hengdian..."
Before Tang Pingfan finished speaking, Wang Hongtu groaned and struggled to stand up:
"Tang Sanguo has come out of Hengdian today."
"Half an hour ago, people from Jinyi Pavilion went to pick him up and take him back to the nursing home."
"The person being escorted probably doesn't have any Tang Sanguo comrades, so he won't be able to escape."
Halfway through, Wang Hongtu felt uncertain and simply changed the subject: "I'll take you there..."
"Ding--"
At almost the same moment, Wang Hongtu’s walkie-talkie rang harshly:
"Team Wang, the No. 8 assault vehicle crashed into the sea, and Tang Sanguo is missing."
A panicked voice sounded: "Asking for support, asking for support!"
What?
Tang Sanguo crashed into the sea and disappeared?
Ye Fan and Tang Pingfan's expressions changed dramatically.
Wang Hongtu was about to respond to the walkie-talkie when he heard a dull and sharp sound. The next second, Sun Jiuyang fell straight to the ground, clutching his heart...
