Chapter 23 Poor Han Zhi, taking the blame online

"Pa" a slap came, mercilessly.

Han Zhi was beaten to the ground, with blood still on his palm from when he tried to snatch the blade.

As he expected, Chi Changyuan was nearby. He knelt down silently, and Chi Changyuan's cold gaze swept over him.

Leng Xiangyu still had a dagger stuck in his chest. He leaned on Chi Changyuan, his lips moving with difficulty.

"...Do you have anything to say?" Chi Changyuan looked at him expressionlessly, but what could he say?

Leng Xiangyu's words have always been more effective than his.

"Nothing to say." Han Zhi said expressionlessly, "His Majesty the Wood God is waiting for Your Highness outside. If Your Highness doesn't punish me, you won't be able to explain yourself."

He kowtowed to Chi Changyuan. Chi Changyuan had been very good to him, and he shouldn't make things difficult for him.

"I'm asking you, why!"

He didn't understand why Han Zhi did this when everything was going in a good direction!

Just now, Mu Shen told him that he wanted to go meet Han Zhi together and apologize for what happened yesterday. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he heard Leng Xiangyu and Han Zhi arguing in the room.

When he pushed open the door, Leng Xiangyu fell to the ground, and Han Zhi was holding a dagger in his hand.

Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be worth it for Chi Changyuan to believe that Han Zhi did it.

When Han Zhi denied it, he even sided with Han Zhi.

But they weren't the only two people in the hall. Chi Changyuan pointed at the child curled up like a ball and gritted his teeth in anger: "He's only two hundred years old and a total stranger to you. Are you trying to say he helped Xiangyu frame you?"

The little boy was the youngest son of the God of Wind. He had come here with his father to visit today, but he accidentally got lost and walked into the Zhuizhu Palace.

He said he saw the two of them arguing, and Han Zhi, in a fit of rage, picked up the dagger on the table and stabbed Xue Shen Dian.

For a moment, Han Zhi, who was originally in the right, had no chance to defend himself. Even Leng Xiangyu did not expect that there would be such a child to help him.

"Just kneel here and don't go anywhere!"

Chi Changyuan left, hurriedly carrying Leng Xiangyu. Leng Xiangyu's blood covered his hands. The dagger was stuck in Leng Xiangyu's heart, and no one dared to pull it out.

He shouldn't have doubted Xiangyu, he thought.

Even if it is a god, having his heart pierced would cause him to lose most of his magic power, let alone Leng Xiangyu, whose magic power is not strong to begin with.

He is so strong-willed and cares so much about his position in Beichen.

Now...what should I do...

"How do you want to resolve this matter?"

The God of Wood stood behind him, his face sullen. "I know Xiangyu must have said something unpleasant, but that's no reason for him to hurt anyone!"

She sneered: "Or is it that he is relying on the fact that he will soon be your Crown Princess and is becoming arrogant because of his favor, and thinks that you can definitely protect him?"

"Don't worry, Auntie Mu." Chi Changyuan looked at Leng Xiangyu, who was being rescued by a group of medical immortals on the bed, and said with difficulty: "I will make him be punished, but I promised not to kill him."

"Okay." Mu Shen was surprisingly easy to talk to this time. "But I hope your punishment will satisfy me."

Han Zhi knelt until dawn before Chi Changyuan arrived.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Leng Xiangyu what happened, but then felt that it was unnecessary. What else could he do? Stabbing himself would definitely not kill him.

"Do you know you're wrong?" Chi Changyuan seemed to be drunk and walked in with unsteady steps.

Han Zhi lowered his head, and Chi Changyuan couldn't see his expression, but he knew for some reason that Han Zhi didn't think he was wrong at all.

"Do you know that Xiangyu has lost half of his magic power?"

Chi Changyuan took out a barbed whip and lashed him out without mercy.

Bloodstains suddenly appeared on Han Zhi's face, and the skin and flesh turned outward, destroying the original beauty of the face.

"I said I didn't do it. He stabbed himself."

This is a whip specially used by gods to punish criminals. One whip is no less than being locked up and beaten with a hundred boards. Even if it is on the back, the person cannot withstand a few whips, let alone on the face.

But Han Zhi was very calm. He calmly told his grievances and calmly accepted Chi Changyuan's anger.

Chi Changyuan laughed in anger. "Are you saying he used half of his own magical power to frame you? Or are you saying Feng Xing and Xiang Yu are wrongly accusing you?"

Feng Xing was only born two hundred years ago, and Leng Xiangyu had never seen him before!

It was also because of Feng Xing that all of Han Zhi's prepared remarks came to nothing.

This was the first time he tried so hard to defend himself. As soon as he saw Chi Changyuan, he eagerly said that if he wanted to stab Leng Xiangyu, why would he use a dagger? He said that he was not so stupid as to do it directly in his own palace. He wanted Chi Changyuan to believe him.

But he didn't expect that this was the first time and there would never be a next time.

Maybe he was not born to enjoy happiness. After just a few days of good life, heaven can no longer tolerate him.

The sound of breaking air continued to be heard, and the strong smell of blood spread everywhere. Han Zhi could not tell where he had not been beaten, nor could he tell how many times he had been whipped.

He watched as the scabs on his arm were cracked open by Chi Changyuan, and for the first time he hated his body for healing too quickly.

In the past, Chi Changyuan also liked to use a whip in bed, but that kind of whip was thin and soft, and it didn't hurt much when hitting people. Chi Changyuan liked to see him crying from the corners of his eyes after being whipped, and then raising his head high to let him evaluate him.

He knew that Chi Changyuan liked to see him cry, so he would try hard to cry every time to make him happy.

But this time, he seemed to really want to cry.

He didn't know why he felt so depressed in his heart. He only knew that he wanted Chi Changyuan to believe him. He could punish him, but he couldn't really think that Han Zhi was someone he hated.

The sound of the whip behind him finally stopped. Chi Changyuan seemed to be tired and stopped.

"I misjudged you..."

He originally thought that Han Zhi, who was willing to use his magic power to rebuild a home for the Chaoxi tribe, must be a pure and kind person who was unparalleled in the world.

But when he talked about this with Aunt Mu today, Aunt Mu told him Han Zhi's true identity in Jin Country.

The current head of the thirty-sixth department of the Jin Palace, codenamed Zero.

The Thirty-Six Departments are responsible for creating disasters. They are a team specially trained by Burning Jin during the War of the Seven Kingdoms to target the lives of other countries. After Burning Jin was defeated, the Thirty-Six Departments gradually disappeared.

However, Chi Changyuan was well aware of the fact that the Thirty-Six Departments had caused great trouble to the gods of various countries by spreading various plagues, and that each country had suffered huge losses in order to protect its own people.

Only then did he remember that when they first met, Han Zhi was wearing a black robe with gold edges and Vermillion Bird pattern. Wasn't that the uniform of the Thirty-Six Departments?

For a moment, the hatred that had been suppressed in his heart was brought up again by Chi Changyuan.

But Chi Changyuan didn't know that what Han Zhi could not accept the most now was his hatred.

When Han Zhi caught that hint of disgust, he finally panicked.