Xu Gaoyuan's eyes constantly shifted as he stared at Qing Jingzi.
His meaning was clear: if Qing Jingzi was coerced by Han Zheng using the power of the Demon Cleansing Bureau, it wouldn't matter.
The power on our side far exceeds your imagination. As long as you turn against them, the Demon Cleansing Bureau can't do anything to you.
Qing Jingzi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Marquis, please don't say more, it's useless. The weaponry under the White Cloud Temple has already been discovered by people from the Demon Cleansing Bureau.
And every time I secretly transported weapons for records, there was the scent mark left by Little Marquis on the accounting books.
The evidence is conclusive, the exposure of this matter has become a foregone conclusion."
Xu Gaoyuan took a deep breath, shook his head, and sighed, "Lord Han, I know you are eager to solve the case, but I didn't expect you to go to such great lengths to frame our Duke Dingyuan's Mansion.
