"So, what is your conclusion?" Bei Chenming raised his eyebrows and looked at Yun Luo.
In fact, Bei Chenming knows what Yun Luo said better than she does. He just wants to hear what she has to say.
Yun Luo said it very straightforwardly.
She spread her hands: "The conclusion is that it doesn't matter whether there is a trial or not. Anyway, we all know who is behind the scenes."
The reason why we need to interrogate and pry open the assassin's mouth is just for repeated confirmation.
Bei Chenming looked at her and suddenly smiled.
He raised his eyebrows at Yun Luo ambiguously, and raised a narrowing arc at the corner of his mouth: "This conclusion is correct, but it shouldn't be what you really want to say, right?"
"How do you know it's not the case?" Yun Luo looked at him calmly.
"Shouldn't the conclusion in your mind be that King Jing did the right thing, so I shouldn't pick on him?"
Bei Chenming crossed his arms and his tone was full of ridicule.
If it were an ordinary girl, I would be embarrassed to hear this.
After all, it is necessary to protect one's own shortcomings, and it is inevitable to feel a little embarrassed after being told the truth.
The clouds fall but they don’t.
She looked calm and raised her eyebrows, "You can say that if you want."
She does mean that, so what?
What's wrong with her man who just protects his shortcomings? You have to hold it in if you don't believe it.
Now, the speechless person became Bei Chenming.
He was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his smiling mouth twitched: "You are really..." You are quite thick-skinned.
Before he finished the last half of the sentence, Jun Wuchen on the side was in a good mood.
He put one hand against his thin lips, coughed lightly, and raised the corners of his lips in a pleasant arc, but his eyes shot towards Bei Chenming like snow swords, full of intimidation, "I think Luo'er's conclusion is very good.
What do you think?"
Nonsense!
You are the one she protects, can you be dissatisfied?
You two are working together, just bully me, a single dog.
Bei Chenming rolled his eyes viciously in his heart and had to give up, "Forget it, forget it, everyone is dead anyway, so there is no point in talking about it."
Even if a whole bunch of people from the Xianle Palace died, let alone two, Bei Chenming wouldn't feel bad.
"However, Princess, your guess just now is a bit wrong. The sword slave I interrogated personally admitted that it was Venerable Qiulan who gave him the order to test me."
"Testing? Isn't it an assassination?" Yun Luo asked immediately.
"No." Bei Chenming said with a faint smile, "According to the sword slave, Yi Shuiyue is indeed suspicious of me, but it is not that he doubts my identity, but that I am hiding my true strength."
"In other words, they suspected that I was one of the four eighth-level warriors, so they came up with this."
Yun Luo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"No wonder Yi Shuiyue was able to persuade people from the Qingyun Sect to help. It turned out to be under this guise!"
If Yi Shuiyue just guessed Bei Chenming's identity, then this is a personal grudge between Xianle Palace and has nothing to do with Qingyun Sect. Venerable Qiulan will not interfere at will.
After all, it was the Xianle Palace that almost wiped out the entire Beichen family, not the Qingyun Sect.
Even if Bei Chenming's identity is exposed, he is only at the sixth level of strength. Venerable Qiulan will not take him seriously, let alone lower his status and take action himself.
But if Yi Shuiyue had another reason and suspected that Bei Chenming was an eighth-level warrior hiding his strength, Venerable Qiu Lan would definitely take it seriously.
After all, the significance of the sixth level and the eighth level is completely different.