Chapter Twenty-Two: It Seems Gentleness Won't Work—Time for Tough Measures

Zhao Qianxue’s beautiful eyes flickered. “It seems, little Jian, that you have quite the discerning eye. Even I didn’t realize I had a talent for business.”

Su Jian had no interest in delving into this matter for the time being. With his assistance, even a clever dog could handle such affairs competently.

But he would never dampen Zhao Qianxue’s enthusiasm; finding a reliable helper was no easy feat.

Su Jian’s expression grew a shade more serious as he said, “Let’s set this aside for now. You haven’t forgotten the words Su Henli spoke before her death, have you?”

Zhao Qianxue regarded this with little concern. “Chen Luo is dead. What threat could she possibly pose now? Is she trying to disturb your state of mind, perhaps?”

Su Jian shook his head. “Things aren’t so simple. The hatred Su Henli displayed earlier was not feigned; there must be some hidden truth. Did you ever hear even a hint of anything from Chen Luo?”

After all, he and Chen Luo shared little of the bond one might expect between master and disciple, so he had no wish to address her as ‘master’ sincerely. He had, however, spent much more time with Zhao Qianxue.

Zhao Qianxue pondered for a moment but could not recall any useful information.

Su Jian could only sigh in resignation. Evidently, his nominal master had concealed matters too deeply—even Zhao Qianxue was unaware of her deeds.

With no clues at hand, Su Jian decided not to worry needlessly. The truth would eventually come to light.

Looking at the corpses of