"Oh?" Lord Jingnan again pointed towards Zuo Jiqian and said, "Interesting. Commander Zheng said there were no escapees, but you, Zuo Jiqian, claim a female assassin mastermind hasn't been caught yet. Which one of you two is telling the truth?"
Cold sweat instantly appeared on Zuo Jiqian's face. He was no fool; how could someone pushed into officialdom by his family, supported by their resources, possibly be a fool? The wastrel sons of the great clans were usually confined to their homes, assigned duties of reproduction. Only truly talented individuals were privileged to receive their clan's resources and serve to continue their family's glory. What he might have lacked was this very sense of alertness. And this was a point where Zheng Fan, who had considerable experience bluffing with borrowed authority, excelled. For Zheng Fan, one wrong step often meant death. This was a game with only one life; there was no room for carelessness.
