Unexpectedly, Nan Heng took the initiative to volunteer to Emperor Shunwu, wanting to follow Mo Xiuyan to the border pass, intending to temper himself. Six months after the Fourth Master went into battle in armor, the capital received the tragic news of his death on the battlefield.
And the person who brought back this news in person was Nan Heng.
When Nan Heng described Mo Xiuyan's death in the main hall at that time, he was extremely sad. He even claimed that he had personally led people to bury Mo Xiuyan's corpse.
At first, the Mo family was suspicious of Nan Heng, but later someone went to the border to investigate, and heard that when Mo Xiuyan died, Nan Heng was also injured because he led people to meet him.
And through some detailed analysis, Nan Heng had no reason to make a move against Mo Xiuyan, so gradually, the Mo family's suspicion of Nan Heng dissipated.
Mo Jiuye heard Nan Heng mention this with his own ears, and he was clearly aware that the Mo family had been deceived by Nan Heng's methods at that time.
Seeing Mo Jiuye's emotional excitement, Nan Heng quickly defended himself.
"I didn't kill Mo Xiuyan, he died under the knife of the enemy."
Mo Jiuye didn't believe his nonsense at all. His hand grabbing his collar tightened again, making it somewhat difficult for Nan Heng to breathe at this moment.
Nan Heng's face flushed red, and he coughed violently several times.
"Let go of this king, let go... cough cough..."
According to Mo Jiuye's heart, he wished he could swallow Nan Heng alive now, but reason told him that he still had a lot to ask, and Nan Heng couldn't die at this time.
Seeing this, He Zhiran gently patted Mo Jiuye's body, hinting him to calm down a little, and reminded at the same time: "Let him speak."
Mo Jiuye gradually relaxed his grip.
"Speak. If you dare to have one false sentence, I will make you regret coming to this world."
With smooth breathing, Nan Heng coughed violently several more times. He stared at Mo Jiuye in horror, with an unspeakable posture.
The things he had done to the Mo family, no matter which one was brought out, could arouse Mo Jiuye's anger.
At this moment, Nan Heng had a dilemma.
He was even afraid that before he had finished speaking of one thing, he would die under Mo Jiuye's knife.
It seemed that He Zhiran saw his thoughts, stepped forward and persuaded:
"I know what you are thinking. You are just worried about your life.
I assure you now that as long as you honestly tell everything you have done, I will help you persuade my husband to spare your life."
It was then that Nan Heng realized that this beautiful woman who knew witchcraft was actually Mo Jiuye's new wife, the legitimate daughter of He the minister.
It's just that no matter what, he couldn't imagine how the He minister's family could raise such a powerful daughter.
Seeing that he hesitated for a long time without responding, He Zhiran urged, "The only way to survive is right in front of you. It depends on your own choice."
Nan Heng collected his thoughts and looked at He Zhiran.
"Why should I believe your words?"
He Zhiran's lips curled into a smile as she looked at Mo Jiuye, "My husband, do you listen to me or not?"
Mo Jiuye nodded without thinking: "Of course I listen."
He Zhiran shrugged at Nan Heng: "Did you hear that? My husband admitted in person that he would listen to me."
At this moment, Nan Heng seemed to have grasped the last straw to save his life.
"Then you have to promise this king that no matter what I say, Mo Jiuye will not touch me."
"Okay, I promise you on behalf of my husband."
Before Mo Jiuye could answer, He Zhiran took the lead.
Mo Jiuye could not take action, but that did not mean she could not take action...
Seeing this, Nan Heng's fear in his heart dissipated a little.
"That year at the border pass, I went to resist the enemy with Mo Xiuyan on the battlefield. Seeing that the enemy troops were defeated and scattered, I rose with the idea of chasing them.
Mo Xiuyan advised me not to pursue the bandits to their lair, but I was young and arrogant at the time, wanting to gain credit so that my father the emperor would appreciate me, so I did not listen to Mo Xiuyan's dissuasion.
Not long after I led a team to chase them out, I fell into the enemy's trap.
At the critical moment, it was Mo Xiuyan who led people to meet me. He killed a bloody path for me to escape, while he and those soldiers died there.
Mo Xiuyan died to save me. He didn't have much to do with me. It was because I was grateful for his kindness that I personally led people to bury him..."
"Bastard! My fourth brother was such a good person, yet he died to save a beast inferior to a pig and a dog like you... Nan Heng, you bastard..."
When Mo Jiuye heard the real reason why the fourth master died in vain to save him, he was so angry that he even cursed.
At the same time, the knife in his hand had been raised, aiming at Nan Heng, preparing to chop down.
"Mo Jiuye, you have already promised this king that you will not touch me..."
Seeing this, He Zhiran stepped forward and took the knife from Mo Jiuye's hand.
"My husband, you just promised him in person that you would not touch him."
Facing Mo Jiuye's loss of control, she had to remind him.
It wasn't that He Zhiran was merciful. Judging from Nan Heng's current state, if Mo Jiuye acted against him again, I'm afraid it would be difficult for them to ask him anything later.
In He Zhiran's heart, revenge must be reported, but there is no need to be anxious at this moment.
After they had completely squeezed out everything Nan Heng knew, they could torture him however they wanted.
Mo Jiuye also deeply understood this truth. It was just that there was too much depression in his heart, which caused his behavior to be somewhat out of control.
After He Zhiran's reminder, his reason returned quickly. He cooperated and said, "Okay, listen to Ranan."
Nan Heng had just been scared by Mo Jiuye's actions. At this moment, seeing that this woman could really restrain his temper, Nan Heng felt a little relieved in his heart.
This time, it was He Zhiran who came forward to inquire.
"Nan Heng, I ask you, why didn't you tell the truth when my fourth brother died to save you back then?"
At these words, Nan Heng's eyes were a little evasive, mainly avoiding Mo Jiuye.
"You Mo family people were biased towards Nan Qi's side to begin with. If I said Mo Xiuyan's true cause of death, I was afraid you Mo family members would immediately openly defect to Nan Qi."
He Zhiran looked at Mo Jiuye. Mo Jiuye nodded, indicating that he had no objection to Nan Heng's answer.
She continued to ask, "Apart from my fourth brother's affairs, what else have you done to the Mo family?"
Nan Heng still looked at Mo Jiuye timidly: "There is also, before the Mo family was exiled, I bribed the servants in the Duke's mansion to poison the well."
For Mo Jiuye, there was no dispute about this either.
At that time, the first person he thought of who might poison was Nan Heng.
Fortunately, with He Zhiran there, the Mo family escaped this disaster.
He Zhiran continued to ask, "What else?"
Nan Heng thought about it and continued: “Also, I accidentally discovered that Mo Yunfeng was still alive, and was under Yun Li's puppet Gu.
Thinking that he had led people to wipe out the salt gang I had painstakingly built to a certain scale, I rose with the idea of letting him work for me."
"Why did you do that?" He Zhiran asked.
"Only by doing this can my heart's hatred be resolved."
It was obvious that the Mo family member Nan Heng hated the most was undoubtedly Mo Yunfeng.
They had already learned about this when hypnotizing Yun Li, and the answers of the two people were almost the same. Therefore, He Zhiran did not continue to pursue this topic.
