"After all these years, I am tired", Xia Jing sighed, fatigue veiling his eyes.
"Speaking of which, Young Master Chu may not believe it, but I think it's necessary to make matters clear, I don't mind being held accountable, but the question is who am I shouldering blame for." Xia Jing looked at Chu Mo, and said lightly: "The archer who was to shoot Zhang Qingyu was indeed from the Prince's Mansion and was once someone I valued greatly. However, I did not send him!"
"Not sent by you?" Chu Mo's eyebrow knitted, looking at Xia Jing. Although this old fox was known to be crafty, he was also a man who would dare to act. Otherwise, how could he have gained such a reputation as acting recklessly? He was unlikely to deceive himself. Especially not at this juncture. Xia Jing had neither the reason nor the audacity to lie to Chu Mo.
"So, it wasn't Xia Jie?" Chu Mo narrowed eyes, looking at Xia Jing.
