"Indeed, it doesn't affect much, but Zhao just doesn't like being used as a pawn, to be played and then not even know who he's been counting money for," Zhao Changhe paused, then added, "Besides, it's not entirely unrelated to me. On my way to the feast, I was targeted by an archer—the same person likely responsible for killing the Magistrate, intending to pin the crime on the barbarians. How many knew of Zhao's attendance at the feast? There can only be a few who could ambush me on my route."
Wan Dongliu laughed, "That would be unjustly accused. How could Wan be in two places at once when entertaining guests at that time?"
"Someone a bit slow told me that all of you had left the room to relieve yourselves at some point—a pot of tea's time, and with Brother Wan's Qinggong, that might be enough time."
Tang Buqi: "..."