C63 Part3

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Gong Jun Hao was born in one of the Four Great Families.

As the eldest son, he worked hard and learned Martial Arts.

But at this time, Wang Zheng died because of his sword.

It was inevitable that he panicked and was a little bit reluctant.

Shen Zhiyan and Murong Ci looked at the long sword together.

After the test, Gong Jun Hao kept holding the long sword before he could put it down.

The long sword was stained with a ray of blood, as if it were marked on it.

"Is there anything wrong with this long sword?"

Murong Yu asked coldly.

"Take a cat to test."

Shen Zhiyan looked solemn,

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Regent, this humble official thought that the sword might have been manipulated."

Murong Ci told the servant to catch a cat as quickly as possible, and a little black cat was caught in a short while.

They used this long sword to slash the little black cat, and soon it died, and the blood flowing out was purple and black.

Gong Jun Hao staggered a few steps in horror.

His face was gray, his eyes were blank but scared, and his forehead was covered with sweat:

'How could this be?'

So they drew a conclusion:

'This sword is poisonous!'

Murong Ci had long guessed that the long sword was poisonous.

"This poison is so powerful that Wang Zheng died immediately after being injured."

"This long sword looks ordinary, and it shouldn't be Gong Junhao's own sword."

Shen Zhiyan looked at Gong Jun Hao,

"but Gong Junhao used this sword in the Competition..."

"Could it be that he did tricks on the sword?"

Someone in the young talent speculated.

"Unexpectedly he was such a person."

"I can't believe the eldest son of the Prime Minister would do such a good thing."

Those young talents couldn't help whispering and making malicious speculation, to avoid troubles for themselves.

They just wanted to put the murder charge on Gong Jun Hao, so that they would lose a strong competitor in the Recruitment.

Human words can be terrible, and rumors spread fast.

Gong Jun Hao became more and more afraid with panic, and his face became as pale as paper.

Murong Ci sneered,

'Is the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Family just as courageous of doing such a thing?

He was easily beaten by others with a few words, which was so hopeless and lame.'

She suddenly asked,

"Gong Jun Hao, did you smear poison on this sword?"

He waved his hand in a panic, stammering:

"No... this official hasn't done anything..."

"Who else could do it?"

Shen Zhiyan continued to interrogate,

"Wang Zheng is a powerful Martial Artist.

As long as he is dead, you will lose one of the most powerful opponents, right?"

"No...I swear this official didn't kill him...

This official didn't know that the sword was poisonous..."

Gong Jun Hao was anxiously crying,

"Your Royal Highness, please, this official really had no intention of killing him..."

"Who prepared the long sword they used in the Competition?"

Murong Yu asked, as his eyes narrowed slightly.

"For the sake of fairness and justice, the long swords used in the Martial Arts Test were all prepared by the Ministry of Etiquettes and Rituals.

All long swords were the same."

Murong Ci looked at Minister He Guang,

"Tell all those who have prepared these long swords or have had contact with these long swords to gather here immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Minister He Guang was so scared that his soul was frightened, and hot sweat and cold sweat alternated, wetting his clothes.

More than thirty young talents who participated in the Competition today, were all here waiting for information and inquiries.

Rong Qing Ting suddenly said:

"Your Royal Highness, before the Competition, this official saw Gong Jun Hao just taking a long sword at will.

No one could have expected which of them he would have taken."

Tang Cang Tian also said:

"This humble official also saw Gong Jun Hao taking one at will."

The others also agreed, saying that they all took random swords, because each one was the same.

More than thirty long swords were prepared by two small officials in the Ministry of Etiquettes and Rituals.

As they were summoned to see the Royal King and the Crown Prince, their heads lowered, and their hands and feet trembled because of panic.

"What have you done?

What have you done with the long sword?

Say it quickly!"

Minister He Guang asked sharply.

"This humble official just moved those long swords from the Ministry of Etiquettes and Rituals to the Palace of Wenhua Hall."

The little official said tremblingly.

"These two officials didn't dare to slack off. We followed your instructions, my Lord.

We really haven't done anything."

The legs of the other young official trembled like chaff.

"After you moved the long sword to the Wenhua Hall, did anyone get close to them afterwards?"

Murong Ci stared at them with sharp eyes.

"These two officials were guarding them carefully."

"So you never left?"

"No... ahem...

Yes, I left once for a little while."

"Didn't I tell you to guard?

Where the heck did you go?"

Minister He Guang's gray beard trembled with anger.

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END of CHAPTER 63 PART 3

.....................to be continued