"If you don't believe the contents of the letter, thinking I forged it, you can heal your injuries here and reinvestigate after you return. The soldiers involved in that incident must be numerous. You could capture one for interrogation, and then the truth would come out."
Mr. Chen looked at Zheng Fan, who was seated in the wheelchair, his expression somewhat uneasy for a moment.
"I really didn't kill him," Zheng Fan repeated.
"It was my mistake," Mr. Chen admitted readily.
"You weren't wrong."
"I was indeed wrong. I sought revenge blindly, wronging an innocent person and nearly killing you and your two servants. I have disgraced my name."
"You are not at fault. I am a general of Yan State, and you are from Qian State. I recently led my army to ride rampant within your Qian State's borders. It's only natural for you, a Qian person, to try and kill me."
"I..."
