Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1210: Diverting trouble to the east

Just as Jiang Xiaochuan was about to express his gratitude, a deep voice suddenly came from behind the red cloth: "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Qing."

This sound!

Jiang Xiaochuan shuddered and almost instinctively turned his head, staring intently at the red cloth.

Seeing this, Qing Shanhe retreated through the hidden door, leaving the room completely to the person behind the red cloth and Jiang Xiaochuan.

The red cloth could block the detection of auras, but it could not block Jiang Xiaochuan's X-ray vision.

He stared intently, and the scene behind the red cloth instantly came into clear view:

Behind the cloth was a long table, and three people were sitting behind it.

On the left is Situ Zhen, in the middle is Huangfu Jingzhai, and on the right is a well-maintained middle-aged man with a resemblance to Murong Jin in his features.

Behind the three stood an elderly man with white hair, who, though standing quietly, exuded an aura as profound as an abyss.

Even through the red cloth and energy barrier, Jiang Xiaochuan could vaguely feel the oppressive aura that far exceeded that of a Grandmaster.

The one who spoke just now was Huangfu Jingzhai.

Although separated by a curtain, Jiang Xiaochuan could clearly feel two sharp gazes piercing through the scarlet barrier and colliding with his eyes in mid-air.

The air in the sealed room instantly froze.

"Young Master Jiang?"

Behind the red curtain, Situ Zhen frowned, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Are you Jiang Xiaochuan?"

"Could it be the head of the Situ family?"

Jiang Xiaochuan feigned surprise, but he knew perfectly well that the Situ family's attitude towards him was unclear. Just two days ago, they had sent Situ Hong to invite him to their home for a chat.

Now that the three great families have gathered, the situation is complex. Situ Zhen's "uncertainty" may be the breakthrough for him to break the deadlock.

Upon hearing that the other party was indeed Jiang Xiaochuan, Situ Zhen frowned even more deeply. He was filled with conflicting emotions: Jiang Xiaochuan was crucial to the Situ family, and he had originally intended to win him over privately.

But today's occasion concerns core secrets, and we are allied with the Huangfu and Murong families. Once we make a statement, there will be no room for maneuver.

Torn between his family's interests and the secret game unfolding before him, he was caught in a dilemma.

"Brother Situ, there's no need for catching up."

Huangfu Jingzhai's voice suddenly rang out, "Young friend, since Tang Long sent you to deliver a message, you must already know that secret. Now tell me—it's better for both of us."

A subtle threat was hidden in the calm tone, like a cold knife pressed against the shadows.

Jiang Xiaochuan sneered inwardly: Huangfu Jingzhai is quite the actor; the agreement from a month ago is still fresh in his mind, yet he pretends not to know him now.

Judging from his impatient appearance, he's probably been holding back his anger all this time.

Since the other party was deliberately playing dumb, Jiang Xiaochuan was too lazy to point it out and simply shrugged: "I'm just a scapegoat pushed out by Tang Long. I know nothing about the so-called secret."

"Know nothing?"

The middle-aged man on the right suddenly spoke, with an inexplicable arrogance, "Here, there's no need to play tricks on us."

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Qing is the guarantor of this matter. Tang Long entrusted him to act as a go-between."

"Now that Tang Long has disappeared, we have already promised Mr. Qing that as long as Tang Long reveals the secret through you, we will let him go."

"Tang Long isn't stupid, so there's no reason for him to lie to us... So you'd better confess to avoid suffering."

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced sideways, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Tang Long was clearly hiding in the Murong family, yet this person kept saying "Tang Long has disappeared," clearly trying to solidify the illusion that he knew the secret.

Judging from his eagerness to instigate, Tang Long had probably already revealed the secret to him. He wanted to use the three great families to force him to "confess," and then kill him to silence him and keep this huge benefit for himself.

"Oh? And who is this?"

Jiang Xiaochuan feigned confusion and asked, stalling for time while observing Huangfu Jingzhai and Situ Zhen's reactions out of the corner of his eye.

"Humph."

Upon hearing Jiang Xiaochuan's question, the middle-aged man scoffed, his arrogance growing even stronger. "Normally, someone of your rank wouldn't be qualified to know my name, but since you're here, I might as well tell you."

"I am Murong Zheng. Now, tell me all the secrets you know!"

Hearing Murong Zheng's arrogant and domineering tone, Huangfu Jingzhai's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, and Situ Zhen also frowned slightly.

They all knew in their hearts that Murong Zheng was all talk and no action.

He was determined to seize power from his father, Murong Bogu, but he lacked real skills, acted impulsively and greedily, and had no shrewdness whatsoever as a head of a noble family.

Tang Long's secret is of utmost importance, yet he thinks it's so simple, believing that he can force out the truth with just a few words. It's utterly childish.

"What an incompetent father raising a spendthrift son."

While inwardly cursing, Situ Zhen couldn't help but think of Situ Hong.

Although his own son was notorious for being idle and spending his days in brothels, he occasionally caused some minor trouble.

But he knew in his heart that no matter how useless his son was, he would always adhere to the bottom line of a scion of a prominent family.

Never having done anything immoral or heinous is, in the end, merely "absurd," not "shameful."

But what Murong Jin did last night was truly a disgrace to his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Looking at the century-long history of prominent families in Beijing, no direct descendant of any family has ever dared to commit such a shameful act that crosses the line of human ethics and is utterly devoid of any dignity.

The Murong family's reputation has been completely ruined.

Thinking of this, Situ Zhen's furrowed brows lessened somewhat, and he began to carefully weigh the pros and cons.

Jiang Xiaochuan took in the reactions of the three people and had already made a judgment in his mind.

This Murong Zheng is clearly not a level below Huangfu Jingzhai's profundity and Situ Zhen's shrewdness.

No wonder Murong Jin was such a fool; his relationship problems stemmed from the root of the problem.

He had originally intended to use Situ Zhen as a breakthrough point, but now it seems that Murong Zheng is the easiest link to loosen in this game.

"I have nothing to say."

Jiang Xiaochuan said calmly, "Since you're so eager to know the secret, why don't you just go and ask Tang Long directly?"

"Humph!"

Murong Zheng's face instantly darkened. "I think you're going to refuse a polite offer and then have to suffer the consequences!"

"Patriarch Murong, don't be in a hurry."

Jiang Xiaochuan abruptly changed the subject, his gaze piercing through the red cloth and sweeping over Situ Zhen's still conflicted face.

He knew in his heart that if this matter wasn't resolved today, he would become a scapegoat for the Murong family's cover-up of the truth.

Since that's the case, why not simply shift the blame eastward and stir up this murky water first?

"If you're scared, just confess! Don't waste time here!"

Murong Zheng thought Jiang Xiaochuan had given in, so his tone became even more arrogant, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"You forced me to say more."

Jiang Xiaochuan sneered inwardly, "Patriarch Murong just said that Tang Long is hiding in a place where no one can find him. I don't think so."

Upon hearing this, Murong Zheng's heart pounded, and he demanded sharply, "What do you mean by that? Do you know where Tang Long is?"