After losing the sole light source of the oil lamp, the somewhat cramped guest room was left with only the slender beam of pale moonlight streaming through the window lattice.
The bellwort-woven mat reflected the moonlight as the Western Region girl spoke with a hint of uncertainty in her tone:
"As far as I know... that person should have died long ago in that Holy War."
"Holy War..."
Upon hearing this term, Xu Yuan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly and said: "You're referring to the Da Chao Rebellion? Official historical records indeed claim so, but a person's life and death can easily be falsified."
Jia Yi's rippling emerald eyes darkened into quiet contemplation:
"Life and death can be falsified, but back then, he supposedly died right in front of the military formation. With so many formidable warriors and soldiers present, witnessed by countless eyes, how could it be falsified?"
"....."
Xu Yuan instinctively glanced at Li Junwu.
