"So many people..." After the paper burned out, Zhu Yu sighed softly, "Going through so much trouble to silence someone halfway, it can't just be out of hatred, right?
Does the other side think that Zhao Bi's harm to this extent might allow us to infer something from previous speculations, potentially threatening them, possibly exposing them, so they are in such a rush to silence him?"
"That's indeed a possibility." Lu Qing nodded and took out a few sheets of paper from his pocket. Using a very fine charcoal stick, he quickly wrote on the paper, responding to Zhu Yu without looking up, "Zhao Bi's death also completely dismantled all his past influence, with no chance of regrouping. Lu Zhang is left alone, with all the guests gone, and is no longer a threat."
Zhu Yu watched from the side as Lu Qing swiftly wrote on the paper, filling the small sheet with dense writing.
After these practices, Zhu Yu's speed in understanding the contents has also been increasing.
