Zhuge Qing's body stiffened, but he still did not turn his face around.
His throat moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak.
Wei Ting looked at him stubbornly, not letting go of any details. If it was just a test just now, he was sure now.
Before his second brother could reject him, he beat him to it. "I got the wrong person. You lost your memory. You're a sacrificial soldier. You're poisoned. Which is your line?"
It was not the first time he had caught one of his brothers and brought him home. He was an experienced Wei Little Seven. He had already learned to find excuses for his brother himself.
He would make his brothers speechless by saying their lines.
Zhuge Qing was indeed speechless.
After Mei Ji and the assassin finished dealing with those attackers, there were ten of them lying in ambush on the path to the east of the palace. An archer hid on the eaves and nine others hid in the alley.
They left one alive.
