Jiang Qin had already made up her mind. She wouldn't hold the two accountable. In fact, she would help them clear their names, bring the two High-level Beastmen into her fold, and take them back to the Federation.
Once they were hers, what couldn't be negotiated?
Why insist on their deaths? Once a person is dead, they're gone for good.
Dead men have no value.
This way, she could spite those trying to use her as a pawn while also gaining some tangible benefits.
As for whether they were willing or not—well, that's what the two contracts were for.
Willing or not, they would have to return to the Federation with her and serve her for three years.
But then, she received a communication from a Federation Diplomat:
"Miss Jiang, after extensive discussion, we've unanimously agreed that you should use the threat of a lawsuit against the Imperial Young Marshal and the Third Prince to compel them to immigrate to the Federation."
"And then what?" Jiang Qin asked, confused.
