Children of Loulan

Chapter 261 I am the most suitable scapegoat

At this time, the three brothers were still discussing what action to take next in the front hall. Aidil suddenly suggested: "Why don't we just ask the Grand Historian. After all, his family has been moved away, and he has no worries, so maybe he will tell the truth?"

However, Batuer disagreed with this idea. He retorted: "But if he is determined not to reveal the truth and only works wholeheartedly for the people behind him, then wouldn't it be a warning to him if we do this?"

Aidil sighed helplessly: "What should we do now? He only does his own job all day long and has no way to investigate. And his butler has only contacted Aguli, but now Aguli is dead!"

After pondering for a moment, Batur said firmly: "If there is really no other way, we can only start with his butler!"

At this time, Keremu, who had been silent all this time, slowly spoke up: "No, although both of them are suspects, we don't know who is more valued by the person behind the scenes, him or the housekeeper."

After hearing this, Aidier asked in confusion: "Brother, what do you mean by this?" After all, the Grand Historian was an official, while his housekeeper was just a servant. According to common sense, compared with an official and a servant, the official was obviously more useful.

Keremu explained: "What if this butler was sent to monitor him?"

Aidil was surprised. "Ah? Spy on him?"

Keremu then said: "How about this, you go and test this Grand Historian!"

Batuer thought for a moment and nodded, "Well, maybe we can tell if he is one of theirs or just a shield to be sacrificed after a try!"

Aidil looked at the two of them and asked doubtfully, "How do we test it then?"

Batur stood up, raised one hand, and said confidently: "Of course I will test it with my fist!"

At night, after the Grand Historian finished his work, he returned to his study, picked up a book at random, and flipped through the pages, but he was calculating in his mind, where is the whole family now?

That morning, when General Ankar revealed that the stones and wood shipped to West City were fake, he was disappointed. What was coming would eventually come, so after the court session, he quickly arranged for his family to flee.

In order to conceal his tracks, he only allowed his family to bring two or three sets of clothes for changing, and secretly gave all the cash and banknotes in the house to his son, leaving all the other things at home, as if they would come back.

As long as they had money, they could buy everything again in a safe place. At this moment, the housekeeper pushed the door open and said softly, "Master, it's late, keep your eyes open!"

Tai Shi Ling smiled and nodded, then said: "Go to Jupinzhai tomorrow and order the next batch of pastries. The young master loves them the most. He has been in the temple for so long this time, he must miss the taste when he comes back." As he spoke, a happy smile appeared on his face, as if he had already seen his little grandson happily tasting the pastries.

The housekeeper observed his expression and nodded quickly, "Okay, Master, I understand. I will go to Jupinzhai early tomorrow morning."

Then he asked, "Then tonight, Master..."

Before the housekeeper could finish, the Grand Historian interrupted him and said calmly, "Rest in the study tonight. The lady is not at home, and the room is cold and deserted. It's better to rest in the study!"

The housekeeper quickly responded, saying he understood, and told the historian to go to bed early. Then he slowly left the room.

Tai Shi Ling watched the butler leave quietly until he completely disappeared from his sight. Suddenly, his eyes became cold and his expression became serious and cold. Since his family left, the butler always asked them when they would return, which made Tai Shi Ling feel suspicious and vigilant.

The oldest chef in Jupinzhai is getting old and in worse health, so he can only make pastries by himself once every five days. Tomorrow happens to be the day he makes them by himself.

Because the master craftsman is well-loved and admired by everyone, every time he makes cakes himself, he attracts a large number of customers to buy them. These customers need to make an appointment in advance to buy the cakes he makes himself.

He deliberately asked the housekeeper to order the next batch of pastries tomorrow in order to make him believe that his family would be back in a few days, so that he could delay for another five days.

He collected his thoughts, blew out the candle and slowly walked towards the bed. When he just sat on the bed, he suddenly felt something cold and piercing on his neck. He knew very well that it was an extremely sharp dagger.

However, he did not panic, but remained calm and asked calmly: "Who are you, why are you visiting me so late at night?"

Seeing him so calm, the black-clad man who held him was very surprised. However, this surprise only lasted for a moment, and then the black-clad man regained his indifferent expression and said lightly: "My Lord is so smart, how could you not know my identity? After all, you know too many things, don't you?"

Unexpectedly, the Grand Historian not only did not panic at all, but instead raised the corners of his mouth slightly and laughed contemptuously: "Haha, your Excellency is wrong. Although I know only a limited amount, I can be sure that I will never be silenced."

His words really surprised the man in black, who couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so sure, sir?"

At this time, the Grand Historian completely ignored the sharp dagger on his neck and began to take off his coat without hesitation, saying, "Because I am the most suitable scapegoat. From going to Datang to purchase supplies to the entire transportation process, I participated in the whole process. Therefore, not only will he not kill me to silence me, but he will hope that I can live well!"

After listening to his narration, the man in black slowly retracted his dagger, and raised a sarcastic smile: "So I let your family run away in advance, and you stayed behind to cover their retreat, just to protect them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Taishi Ling's face changed slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew that his life was not going to be saved anyway, so he tried his best to protect his family. He wanted to refute that his family had not escaped, but this matter could not withstand investigation at all, and the person who came said that his family had escaped in one sentence, which meant that he had already investigated it, so there was no point in denying it.

So he took a deep breath and asked, "When did you find out about me, and when did you find out that my family had escaped?"

Hearing the worry in his words, the man in black chuckled and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't be nervous, sir. My master will not kill innocent people." There was a hint of teasing in his voice, as if he was mocking the naivety and stupidity of the Grand Historian.

"My master is a sworn enemy of the person who wants to use you as a scapegoat, so my master sent me to kill you so that he would have no scapegoat. But don't worry, I will only take your life and will never hurt your family." The man in black said softly with a hint of amusement in his tone.