Death is Death
Life is Life
The person who came in was called Lin Feng.
He was tall and sturdy, and had the demeanor of a general.
His bearded face was solemn, with the dignity and loyalty of a simple general. Even though his skin was dark, the scar on his forehead was still clearly visible. It was right across his forehead, adding a bit of a fiendish aura. That pair of black and swarthy eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
He held the longsword that never left his hand and bowed to Wen Panshi.
"Great General."
But there was no response!
Wen Panshi's face was full of displeasure from the moment he entered. After a while, he finally spoke, "Deputy General Lin, do you know what you've done wrong?"
"This subordinate doesn't know."
"Who gave you the order to kill?" Even though the voice was low, it was thick and powerful.
Lin Feng replied, "No one gave me the order."
Bang!
Wen Panshi slammed the table and stood up. He took two or three steps forward and quickly pulled out the sword in his hand. A silver light streaked through the air, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword was pointed at Lin Feng's head.
It would have pierced his throat if it had been a hair's breadth away.
"Father!"
Wen Xian immediately stood up and tried to stop him.
Wen Panshi held the sword and pointed it at Lin Feng's neck, showing no intention of withdrawing the sword. He flipped his wrist up and the sword moved with it. The sight of it made people break out in cold sweat.
"Do you know your mistake?" Wen Xian roared.
Lin Feng had no intention of dodging. Instead, he raised his chin and said, "This subordinate has made a mistake and deserves to be punished. General, if you want to kill me, then kill me."
How unyielding!
"Although I watched you grow up and promised your father that I would take care of you, a mistake is a mistake. I will not tolerate it."
"Is that dog emperor not in the wrong?"
"You …"
"He killed my father. A son must pay his father's debts. I want him to taste the pain of losing his family!"
In the next moment, Wen Panshi raised the sword and stabbed it into Lin Feng's thigh.
The flesh was pierced, and blood flowed out.
Lin Feng fell to one knee in pain.
He knelt before Wen Panshi.
"You are the only one left of the Lin Family bloodline. Before your father died, he grabbed my hand and asked me to raise you up so that you could report to the Lord in the future. But because of a personal grudge, you almost messed up the entire plan. Do you know that you are not only holding your own life in your hands, but also the lives of those 100,000 soldiers? How can your father rest in peace?"
Although he was reprimanding Wen Panshi, there were tears in his eyes.
Lin Feng lowered his head and said nothing.
"It would have been fine if you had killed that dog of an emperor's son today, but your people almost took the Little Heir's life!"
Ugh!
He abruptly raised his head. "Impossible. I've already given the order not to harm the Little Heir."
"There is no such thing as a bloody war. Death is death, life is life. If the Little Heir dies, there is no need for any of us to live. Do you understand?"
Lin Feng was stunned!
He lowered his head and smashed his fists hard on the ground. "General, it's this subordinate's fault. I promise this will never happen again. Please punish me."
Wen Panshi's anger dissipated, and he sighed in relief. "Fortunately, the Little Heir is fine."
He sighed heavily after saying that. After a long time …
He handed the sword in his hand to Lin Feng.
"Get up."
Lin Feng raised his head, and the stubbornness in his eyes finally faded a little. He reached out and grasped the sword. He poked it into the ground and stood up, inserting the sword into the hilt.
Wen Panshi sat back in his seat. "This matter has become so big that Prince Rong must have started investigating. You must do it cleanly and not let them find anything."
"Yes."
"Alright, hurry up and leave. Don't attract attention."
Lin Feng cupped his hands at him and left.
However, not long after he left, Wen Xian caught up with him.
"You've indeed acted a little rashly today. I know you've always wanted to avenge your father, but you can't be impatient. We've waited for so many years. Now that the Little Heir has been found, we're not far from the grand plan. You can't make any mistakes at this critical juncture."
Lin Feng didn't look at him and continued walking forward in the secret passage. "You'd better take care of yourself. You've been like a puppet for the past few years."
Ugh!
Wen Xian suddenly stopped in his tracks.
There was no sound beside him. Lin Feng realized that he had said something wrong. He turned around and looked at the sorrowful Wen Xian. "Don't take what I said to heart. I didn't mean it."
"It's fine. It's been so many years anyway."
"Yes, you should let it go."
He laughed faintly. "Who hasn't done a few despicable things in their lives?"
Lin Feng patted his shoulder. "Alright, you don't have to send me off. I'm leaving."
Then, he left.
Wen Xian stood where he was. In the dim tunnel, there was only candlelight placed every few meters. The light from the candlelight shone weakly on his face. Ever since that incident three years ago, this seemingly cultured and refined man had been depressed all day. It had been a long time since Wen Xian's hearty laughter had been heard.
He reached out to touch the flute in his hand, then slowly stroked the jade pendant hanging on it. After a long time, his face became increasingly gloomy.
… …
Early in the morning the next day, Zuo Yao rushed over. When he learned about what happened last night, his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He was restless all the way, fearing that the Buddha would be injured.
After all, his black hat and life were hanging in the balance. If something happened to Jing Rong and the imperial court pursued the matter, he would undoubtedly die.
How could he not panic?
But when he saw that Jing Rong was still alive and kicking, his heart finally calmed down.
"Your Highness, this lowly official will definitely send more people to find the assassin. It's this lowly official's fault that Your Highness was assassinated."
His voice trembled.
Jing Rong was fiddling with a few bamboos he had just chopped down in the courtyard. He then used a knife to sharpen the burrs on them. After a while, the bamboo was smooth.
He held it in his hand and rubbed it back and forth until he felt that it did not cut his hand.
He glanced at Zuo Yao, who was standing beside him. "Lord Zuo, you don't have to take responsibility for everything. This matter has nothing to do with your Yufu yamen. This Prince will handle it on his own. You just have to deal with the disaster relief funds."
"Yes, that … Your Highness asked this lowly official to find the records of the merchants who passed through Yufu in recent years. This lowly official has already sorted it out overnight."
As he spoke, he handed over the booklet he had prepared in his sleeve.
Jing Rong took it, flipped through it, and closed it again. "Go back first. This Prince will inform you if there's anything."
Without giving him a chance to speak, Jing Rong swung the back of his head.
He went to look for Ji Yunshu and gave her the bamboo he had sharpened. "In the next few days, I'll have Zijin teach you a few self-defense techniques. Use the bamboo as a sword and practice well."
"I don't know how to." Ji Yunshu immediately refused. "I can use a knife to cut open people's stomachs, but practicing martial arts is a little difficult for me."
Firstly, she was not cut out for that!
Secondly, she was stubborn!
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