Shen Yanchuan said, "Maybe, maybe not."
His heart sank.
Shen Yanchuan's words were ambiguous, but Xie Anbai was no fool.
'This is practically an admission—the letter is definitely connected to the Xie Family!'
"How could that be?"
It took Xie Anbai a long moment to recover, still unwilling to believe it.
"I know my father's character. He helped the Grand Ancestor build this empire; he would never be disloyal. He wishes he could kill all of those Wazhen people; there's no way he'd contact them privately."
Suddenly, he thought of something and trailed off.
"Could it be—"
'If it wasn't my father, then… it could only be my "dear" older brother!'
"But how is that possible!?" Xie Anbai's brow furrowed. "He's ambitious, I know, but surely he isn't *this* stupid! Besides, his position as the heir is perfectly secure. All he has to do is enjoy his comfortable life in the Capital City. Why would he get involved in such a thankless endeavor?"
