Chapter 79: Killing the Imperial Envoy

Feng Shu went to the study to destroy the account books and ordered his confidants to guard outside the door.

Looking around and listening carefully, I heard a loud bang, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The two confidants looked at each other, and one of them turned around and asked, "Sir?"

No one responded.

The confidant called again: "Sir?"

Still no response.

The two men realized that something was wrong and broke into the house decisively.

In the study, a secret compartment appeared on the wall where the landscape painting was originally hung.

The secret compartment was opened, but there was no one in front of it.

"grown ups?"

The confidant walked around the table, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.

Who else could it be but Feng Shu, the man lying unconscious on the ground with his crimson official robe stained with blood?

"grown ups!"

The confidant placed Feng Shu on a low couch in the study, and then summoned the court physician to treat him.

After a period of chaos, Feng Shu slowly woke up.

The confidant stepped forward excitedly: "My lord, you are awake!"

woke up?

When did he faint?

Feng Shu's distracted eyes refocused and his consciousness gradually returned.

Oh right! The book!

Feng Shu sat up with a jerk, ignoring the dull pain in his chest: "Go and capture that bitch Tan Bitong for me."

Grasp?

The confidants did not dare to delve into why Feng Shu looked as if he wanted to eat Tan Bitong alive, nor did they dare to ask why she vomited blood and fainted for no reason. They went straight to Tan Bitong's residence.

Feng Shu, who was usually calm and composed and could remain calm even in the face of a catastrophe, was so angry that he pounded the bed and cursed.

"Bitch!"

He underestimated Du Qingtang's ability to deceive people and also underestimated Tan Bitong's stupidity. Under Du Qingtang's instigation, he actually stole the book that would lead to his death!

Originally, Feng Shu was reluctantly willing to protect Tan Bitong because she gave him half of the Zhang family's wealth.

Now......

Feng Shu smiled sinisterly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The confidant returned soon.

"Sir, my cousin is missing."

It was obvious that Tan Bitong was worried that Feng Shu would cause trouble for her, so she stole the book and ran away.

Feng Shu felt his eyes go dark, his blood surge, and he fell backwards again.

The confidant was horrified: "Sir!"

Feng Shu swallowed the sweet taste in his throat, his nostrils flared, and he gasped for breath: "I'm fine, prepare the carriage, I want to go see Du Qingtang."

The confidant advised: "Sir, you are not feeling well..."

Feng Shu was almost dead, so he didn't care about his health. He immediately picked up the porcelain pillow and threw it at his confidant, shouting, "Go!"

The confidant was silent as a mouse, retreated with blood all over his head and face, and prepared the carriage as quickly as possible.

Feng Shu got on the carriage and went straight to the government office and prison.

The jailer saw him and immediately came forward to greet him: "I didn't know that the prefect had come..."

Feng Shu didn't have time to listen to the jailer's nonsense and interrupted him: "Take Du Qingtang to the interrogation room. I want to interrogate her personally."

The jailer had no suspicion and immediately went to make arrangements.

Du Qingtang was taken to the interrogation room. Feng Shu ordered the jailers to leave, leaving only two trusted guards around him.

In the interrogation room, Feng Shu and Du Qingtang were sitting and standing respectively.

The former was dressed in official robes and looked majestic without even being angry.

The latter was dressed in prison uniform and looked calm and composed.

Du Qingtang bowed politely and said calmly, "Your humble servant greets you, sir."

The more rage Feng Shu burned in his heart, the calmer his expression became. Only the veins on his forehead revealed a hint of his true emotion.

"Du Qingtang, you are really capable. Even I have been fooled by you."

Du Qingtang returned a puzzled look: "Why do you say that, sir?"

Feng Shu didn't have time to beat around the bush with her and got straight to the point: "Where is Tan Bitong? Where is the account book?"

Du Qingtang stood with his hands hanging down, looking at her calmly: "Du has been in prison for two days. During this time, he has not seen anyone. He does not know where Miss Tan has gone. As for the account book..."

She paused. "Excuse me, sir. What kind of account book is this? The one that records taxes? The one that records disaster relief funds? Or the one that records land rent?"

Every time Du Qingtang asked a question, Feng Shu's fingers on the armrest twitched nervously.

The reason is simple. Part of the silver he embezzled in Runing Prefecture over the years happened to come from false tax reporting, withholding land rent and disaster relief silver.

Du Qingtang's move was undoubtedly a provocation to Feng Shu. He could no longer tolerate it, so he took a step forward, grabbed Du Qingtang's throat, and threw him against the wall.

Du Qingtang frowned and groaned.

"Du Qingtang, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Feng Shu was the same height as Du Qingtang. His cold eyes locked onto Du Qingtang, as if he wanted to skin her alive with his gaze.

Being strangled by the throat, Du Qingtang felt pain and suffocation at the same time. His expression did not change at all. He slowly curled his lips and whispered softly like a lover: "Of course the prefect can kill me, but..."

"If Mr. Du dies, no one else in the world will know the exact location of the account book that you have hidden so preciously."

I have to admit that Du Qingtang's threat was very effective.

Feng Shu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and sat back on the chair.

As the oxygen entered his throat, Du Qingtang coughed lightly, then leaned against the wall, looking at Feng Shu with a slight smile.

"I underestimated you." Feng Shu laughed in anger. "Du Qingtang, does your master know that you are a mad dog?"

Du Qingtang smoothed out the wrinkles on his prison uniform, looking calm and composed, as if he was at a banquet rather than an interrogation room covered in blood and filled with the smell of blood.

"There's no need to test me, Mr. Prefect. I'm just following my heart."

"In Du's view, corrupt officials are like blood-sucking worms that cling to the people. They are greedy and stinking. It is best to get rid of them as soon as possible."

Feng Shu was unconcerned and scoffed, "So what if he's a corrupt official? In officialdom, there's no right or wrong, only win or lose. The one who survives to the end is the winner."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and said, "I know you're a tough nut to crack, but that's okay. I have plenty of time to waste with you."

The confidant understood, stepped forward, clamped Du Qingtang's arm, and followed Feng Shu out of the interrogation room.

The jailer outside saw the door open and hurried over to greet them, smiling and flatteringly: "The prison is gloomy, there is no need for you two to go there in person, just leave it to me."

Feng Shu said slowly, "This is about taxation, a national treasure. I will take Du Qingtang away for further questioning elsewhere."

The jailer's smile froze, and he bent over awkwardly: "But, but the Imperial Envoy..."

Feng Shu looked at him intently, and although he was smiling, the jailer felt a chill on his back. He could not utter a word and was complaining in his heart.

It's really a fight between gods, and mortals suffer.

The imperial envoy and the prefect competed for credit, and in the end, it was the small fry like them who suffered.

Feng Shu walked out of the prison, and his confidants followed closely behind him, escorting Du Qingtang.

Just as he walked out of the prison, Panist Xie passed by on horseback with a few minor officials.

"Mr. Prefect?"

Judge Xie quickly dismounted from his horse and bowed.

After paying his respects, he noticed Du Qingtang behind Feng Shu and raised his eyebrows: "Sir, what are you doing..."

The two looked at each other, and everything was said without words.

Xie Tongpan's eyes lit up, and he rolled forward with his plump body. In a voice that only Feng Shu could hear, he said, "Sir, why don't you hand her over to me?"

Feng Shu stood with his hands behind his back, saying nothing, and just looked at him with scrutiny.

Judge Xie seemed completely unaware of Feng Shu's displeasure. He glanced at Du Qingtang with a sinister smile.

"My Lord, Du Qingtang is full of tricks and schemes. He almost caused me to make a terrible mistake. I wish I could eat his flesh and drink his blood!"

As he spoke, Judge Xie bowed and pleaded, "Sir, please give me a chance to redeem myself from my crime and make meritorious contributions."

Feng Shu stared at him, as if he wanted to penetrate Xie Tongpan's thick fat and reach the depths of his soul.

Judge Xie let him look at him, with the look of a villain who couldn't wait to take revenge.

After a while, Feng Shu relented: "Take her to my private residence and keep her safe. Don't kill her."

Du Qingtang must be alive before Yan Tiande dies.

After Yan Tiande died, he had plenty of time to slowly torture Du Qingtang and force him to reveal the account book and the whereabouts of that bitch Tan Bitong.

Panist Xie repeatedly said yes and left with Du Qingtang and a close confidant.

Feng Shu watched the carriage go away and ordered another confidant: "Keep an eye on them."

"yes."

About half an hour later, another confidant came back.

"I was listening outside and heard some crackling noises in the yard. Lord Xie must have used a whip. Du Qingtang screamed miserably, but then his voice died down. I also heard Lord Xie cursing non-stop, so he must have fainted."

Not long after, the confidant who was responsible for escorting Du Qingtang also returned.

Feng Shu asked what Pan Xie had done to Du Qingtang, and his words were exactly the same as what the man said before.

Panist Xie whipped Du Qingtang to vent his anger. Du Qingtang was a weak scholar, so he fainted after just a dozen whips.

Feng Shu asked, "But did you see it with your own eyes?"

The confidant replied: "I saw it with my own eyes."

Only then did Feng Shu feel relieved.

It seems that Xie Kang is still honest. He learned his lesson last time and was not bewitched by Du Qingtang this time to do something stupid and suicidal.

-

Government office.

Yan Tiande put down the account books and looked at the officials and clerks accompanying him: "I will go to inspect the people's sentiments. I will hand these account books over to you."

Officials and clerks were not surprised by this.

In the past few months, whenever the scholar went to a place, in addition to inspecting tax collection, judicial trials, etc., he would also take time out of his busy schedule to inspect the people's sentiments.

In order to avoid being fooled by local officials and only seeing the surface while ignoring the real situation.

"Yes, sir, take care."

Since we are inspecting the people's sentiments, we naturally cannot mobilize a large number of troops or make a big fuss.

Yan Tiande changed out of his imperial envoy's robe and put on casual clothes. He set off with only six guards and a simple outfit.

Just as he left the city, Feng Shu received the news and immediately ordered, "Send a message to the head of Long Da, you can start now."

"yes."

He also ordered his trusted confidant to escort Du Qingtang to his private residence and never leave after he returned.

"Go and invite Lord Wang, Lord Hu, and Lord Xie over."

It would be boring for him to listen to the news of Yan Tiande's death alone. It would be more lively with more people.

The confidant lowered his eyes and said solemnly and respectfully: "Yes."

......

Yan Tiande claimed to be a passing merchant and inspected three villages in disguise.

While talking with local villagers, Yan Tiande asked about the officials of Runing Prefecture.

As expected, the officials headed by Feng Shu received unanimous praise from all the villagers.

Yan Tiande galloped on his horse along the country path. Thinking of the people's admiration and love for Feng Shu, he looked up at the sky and let out a breath.

If Du Qingtang had not sent someone to deliver the account book, in which every stroke was filled with records of numerous crimes, even he would have been deceived by the appearance created by Feng Shu, and would have felt that there were honest officials among Cao's party.

As he sighed, he heard hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from the woods on both sides of the path.

The guard looked alert, put his right hand on the sword at his waist, and protected Yan Tiande in the middle without making a sound.

A large group of men emerged from the woods, holding large knives, and blocked the way of Yan Tiande and his group.

"Stop, robbery!"

Yan Tiande looked at the man dressed like a bandit not far away with a solemn expression, feeling extremely disappointed and frightened.

What a collusion between officials and bandits!

In order to get rid of him, the imperial envoy, he even cooperated with the bandits.

But then again, are such inhumane officials only found in Runing Prefecture?

Yan Tiande recalled the corrupt officials and cruel officials he had beheaded personally, as well as the countless officials who knelt on the execution ground, and closed his eyes in pain.

Seeing Yan Tiande remained silent, Long Da said in a gruff voice, "Don't play dead, if you don't have money, pay with your life!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, kill him for me!"

The bandit beat his chest and shouted, raised the long knife in his hand, and rushed towards Yan Tiande and his group.

The guard drew his sword, his muscles tensed.

Boss Long found that no one from Yan Tiande to the guards looked panicked, and he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

The dog official is still showing off his power even when he is about to die.

Thinking of the benefits Feng Shu promised - being able to burn, kill and loot in the three nearby villages at will, the head of Long rubbed his teeth and trembled with excitement.

He had been coveting the wealth of those landlords for a long time, but was intimidated by Feng Shu's cunning and tactics and did not dare to push Feng Shu too far, so he hesitated to take any action.

Now Feng Shu has loosened his grip. After dealing with this corrupt official in front of him, he will cut off his head and send it to Feng Shu. Then he will take his brothers to rob money tomorrow!

Having not been open for business for several months, their long swords have long been thirsty for energy.

Anyway, with Feng Shu backing him up, Boss Long is not afraid at all.

He was certain and confident that even if he massacred the entire village, the higher-ups would not get the slightest inkling of the news.

Boss Long put his hands on his hips and grinned.

Little do they know that excessive joy can lead to sorrow, and that hunters often appear as prey.

The bandit was approaching step by step, and the long knife in his hand was about to chop the horse's neck.

At this critical moment, Mr. Long suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind coming from the side.

He turned his head and saw that it was an arrow.

The arrow cut through the air, whistling through the bandit who was rushing in the front.

The bandit didn't even have time to cry out in pain before he was pierced through the chest by an arrow. He fell to the ground vomiting blood, twitched for a moment, and then died.

This arrow was like a signal for an attack, and the sound of horse hooves and orderly footsteps approached rapidly.

When the leader Long came back to his senses from his shock, he saw hundreds of soldiers wearing black armor appearing in front of him.

At the same time, soldiers in the same attire appeared behind him.

Mr. Long is a rough man, but he is definitely not stupid.

Facing Yan Tiande's gaze that looked at him like an ant, what else could he not understand?

"Damn it, I fell into a trap!"

"withdraw!"

Boss Long led his brothers to retreat along the same route.

As soon as they rushed into the woods, they saw dozens of soldiers lined up in front of them, aiming at them with bows and arrows.

The same is true on the other side.

The soldiers in black armor surrounded the bandits from all sides.

Boss Long was terrified.

"Your Excellency, Imperial Envoy."

A middle-aged man in black armor rode up on horseback, his features strong and his expression solemn. "I am late in coming to your rescue, please forgive me, sir."

Yan Tiande shook his head and said, "If Lieutenant General Zuo had not arrived in time, I would have been killed by the villains long ago."

Lieutenant General Zuo's expression eased slightly. He waved his hand and shouted, "Capture them all!"

"yes!"

The soldiers responded in unison, the sound was earth-shaking and full of momentum.

The bandits had never seen such a scene before. They were so frightened that their legs were shaking and their hands and feet were as soft as noodles. They rushed to drop their swords and kneel down to beg for mercy.

The bandits were defeated without a fight and knelt on the ground in large numbers, with only the leader Long standing.

With a "bang" sound, the long sword in the hand of the leader Long fell to the ground.

He knelt down with a deathly pale face.

......

Feng Shu's private residence.

The four giants of Runing Prefecture gathered here to taste wine and enjoy music, enjoying themselves to the fullest.

The two associate magistrates and the assistant judge were chatting and laughing, but in fact their hearts had already flown out of the door and followed Yan Tiande out of the city.

“I don’t know when the news will come.”

"It's been three hours already, it should be soon."

Feng Shu sat at the top and glanced at Wang Tongzhi and Hu Tongzhi who were whispering to each other.

Unlike the two people who were nervous and anxious, Feng Shu was confident of victory.

Over the years, Mr. Long has never failed in dealing with disobedient officials on his behalf.

They are a group of untouchables who won't release their eagles until they see the rabbit. As long as they are given enough benefits, they will even dare to kill the prince.

Feng Shu just needs to wait quietly, and the boss Long will send Yan Tiande's head to him.

Until then, he can rest assured.

About an incense stick of time later, there was a hurried knock on the door.

The two associate magistrates and the assistant judge immediately stood up, and all six pairs of eyes looked at Feng Shu.

"Sir, is...here he comes?" Wang Tongzhi asked excitedly.

Feng Shu smiled slightly. Apart from his close confidants, few people knew that this was his private residence.

He couldn't think of anyone else except the boss Long.

"Liu Jiang, go..."

Before he could utter the word "open the door", the gate collapsed with a loud bang.

Feng Shu's smile froze on his face.

Amidst the rising dust, he saw Imperial Commissioner Yan Tiande and Henan Provincial Lieutenant General Zuo Teng.

Behind the two of them were soldiers in black armor, pressing towards the two-story courtyard like a dark cloud.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

The wine glass fell and Wang Tongzhi screamed in surprise.

He didn't care about his clothes that were soaked by the wine, and crawled into the corner.

Not only him, but also Hu Tongzhi and Xie Tongpan.

The two Tongzhis crawled under the table, and Xie Tongpan tried to hide his fat body behind the antique display cabinet. His clumsy movements were extremely funny.

"It seems that Zuo Teng saved Yan Tiande."

"Damn it! I forgot Zuo Teng was training new recruits near Runing Prefecture recently!"

"It's over, it's over, we're dead now!"

Seeing Yan Tiande's ill intentions, Feng Shu was momentarily startled, but soon regained his composure and stood up to greet him: "I didn't know you were the Imperial Envoy's visit, and I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

His trusted confidant Liu Jiang followed closely behind him, his face expressionless, his dark eyes scanning the door calmly. Besides the head of the household, Long, there was also a clerk holding a ledger.

Further away, there are several ox carts.

There was a wooden box half a person's height on the ox cart, and no one knew what was inside.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General Zuo, please come in quickly."

"Come here, quickly prepare the wine and food. I want to entertain the two adults well today."

Yan Tiande was fed up with Feng Shu's hypocritical face and didn't want to flatter him anymore, so he raised his hand and touched his waist.

With a loud "bang", the imperial sword was unsheathed and pointed directly at Feng Shu.

Feng Shu was stunned.

"Seeing the Imperial Sword is like seeing His Majesty in person."

"Feng Shu, why don't you kneel?"

A crack appeared on Feng Shu's gentle and elegant face, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and he could hardly maintain his warm smile.

Lieutenant General Zuo was the first to kneel and kowtow: "Long live the emperor!"

The black-armored soldiers followed closely behind: "Long live our emperor!"

Under the intense gaze of the imperial envoy, Feng Shu bent his stiff legs and knelt down in front of him.

Yan Tiande said sternly, "Feng Shu, do you admit your guilt?"

Feng Shu lowered his eyebrows and looked submissive: "I wonder what crime this humble official has committed?"

Seeing that he was still stubborn, Yan Tiande snorted coldly: "Master Du, you go and tell him!"

Mr. Du?

Du Qingtang?

Isn't she imprisoned in a private residence in the south of the city?

When Feng Shu was full of doubts, he was surprised to find someone walking behind him, bringing up a breeze.

Looking back, the person walking forward was his trusted confidant Liu Jiang.

"The Imperial Envoy, bearing the Imperial Sword, has come on a tour of inspection on behalf of His Majesty. Lord Feng has colluded with bandits to assassinate the Imperial Envoy, a crime tantamount to regicide."

A clear voice echoed in the courtyard. Feng Shu's pupils suddenly shrank and he shouted, "You are not Liu Jiang!"

"Liu Jiang" smiled slightly and raised his hand to stroke his chin.

But in a moment, Liu Jiang turned into Du Qingtang's appearance.

Du Qingtang threw away the thin disguise in his hand and continued, "This is the first crime."

"Lord Feng served as the prefect of Runing Prefecture for eight years, and during that time he embezzled no less than two million taels of tax revenue and disaster relief silver."

"This is the second crime."

"To eliminate dissidents, he colluded with the Black Dragon Village bandits and murdered dozens of officials."

"This includes, but is not limited to, setting fire to Fang Jianhong, a minor official in the government office who held evidence against Lord Feng, and hiding tax silver in the interlayer of a wooden box under the pretext of exchanging annual gifts, thereby framing Du Qingtang, the magistrate who also held evidence against Lord Feng."

"This is the third sin."

“…”

Du Qingtang spoke solemnly and listed a total of eighteen crimes in a clear and orderly manner.

With each charge she listed, the cheers outside the door grew louder.

"Regicide? That's a crime that costs you your head!"

"Colluding with Black Dragon Stronghold? Doesn't he know that Black Dragon Stronghold has committed countless evil deeds and murdered hundreds of innocent people?"

"It turns out that Miss Du was right. Master Du was truly wronged!"

"What a beastly official with a human face!"

Listening to the people's questioning and cursing, Feng Shu's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it.

However, when he looked up, he had a look of deep sorrow and anguish on his face: "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext."

"Mr. Feng has served as the prefect of Runing Prefecture for nearly nine years. During his tenure, he has been diligent and personally involved in all matters. Who would have thought that he would be slandered like this today..."

Du Qingtang interrupted his pretense, "Fang Jianhong's mother, Liu, has already presented the evidence of his crime to the Imperial Commissioner. The account book clearly records in black and white the tax revenue collected by Runing Prefecture in the 13th year of the Qingyuan Period."

Feng Shu's hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms unconsciously. He continued to argue loudly, "Who can prove that the account book wasn't forged to slander Feng?"

"That's right. The clerk named Fang Jianhong is dead, so there's no one who can prove the authenticity of the account book."

"Anyway, I still stand on the side of the prefect. He has been so sincere and devoted to us common people over the years. He is definitely not the kind of person that Lord Du described."

The people's discussions spread into the yard. Feng Shu looked at Yan Tiande with a hint of complacency in his eyes.

He has worked so hard to build his reputation over the years, just for this day.

Yan Tiande was not angry. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered the clerk to present a few books: "What about this?"

He picked up the book and waved it in front of Feng Shu.

It was the account book that was stolen by that bitch Tan Bitong!

Feng Shu swallowed his saliva: "...It's also an account book, so it can be forged."

Du Qingtang had anticipated this, so he made a third-hand preparation.

She walked past Feng Shu, went straight to the ox cart, and opened the wooden box.

The people exclaimed, "What a lot of silver!"

In the sunlight, the white silver shines with an alluring luster, dazzling and eye-catching.

Du Qingtang turned sideways, his voice rising at the end: "What about this?"

"And these two people." Du Qingtang pointed to the two men next to the ox cart.

If you say that Feng Shu's heart beat faster when he saw the silver.

When he saw Chen Tao and Zhang Jun who were sent to Dabie Village to hide the silver, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Du Qingtang closed the wooden box again and said, "Tell everyone quickly what your relationship with Lord Feng is."

Chen Tao: "I am the master's bodyguard."

Zhang Jun: "I am also your bodyguard."

Du Qingtang asked: "What is this silver?"

Chen Tao: "It's tax money."

Du Qingtang asked again: "The tax money should be in the treasury, why is it in your hands?"

Zhang Jun: "The lord withheld the tax silver. Later, we learned that the imperial envoy had received evidence of his crime, so he asked us to hide the tax silver at the Fang family in Dabie Village."

Du Qingtang then asked, "Why are you hiding in the Fang family in Dabie Village?"

Chen Tao: "The adults said that the most dangerous place is the safest place."

Zhang Jun: "The Lord learned that Fang Jianhong's mother had given evidence of his crime to Lord Du. He ordered the murder of Fang Jianhong's mother and two children, and framed Lord Du for embezzlement of tax silver, which resulted in his imprisonment."

"But Lord Du's guards still found an opportunity to hand over the evidence to the Imperial Envoy."

"So the Lord decided to kill and eliminate all evidence. He ordered the head of the Long family to kill the imperial envoy and asked us to send the tax silver to Dabie Village."

"Even if the truth is revealed, the imperial court will never guess that you hid the tax silver in the Fang family in Dabie Village."

As soon as Zhang Jun finished speaking, the scene fell into dead silence.

The people were shocked by his words.

"You tell me, is what he said true or false?"

"I saw with my own eyes these two guards going in and out with the prefect... the official."

The hopes of the people who still had hope were dashed, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

"How could he... I always praise him as a good official. I'm so disappointed!"

"It turns out that the taxes we pay every year never go into the national treasury, but are embezzled by this bastard official!"

"You dog officer, go to hell!"

A worn cloth shoe hit Feng Shu in the face, and the sour and stinky smell almost made him faint.

Du Qingtang walked up to Feng Shu and looked down at him.

Feng Shu looked at him, then looked away for just a moment.

Who could have imagined that in just a few hours, their situation would change drastically.

Feng Shu was unwilling to accept this.

Feng Shu resented everyone who stood against him.

He wanted to kill them all, including those fence-sitters who only listened to one side of the story and easily abandoned him.

Unfortunately, he was in public view and surrounded by soldiers holding sharp blades.

Feng Shu had no doubt that if he dared to resist, these soldiers would definitely stab him to pieces in the first place.

"I underestimated the enemy."

Feng Shu's voice was barely audible, but he was sure that Du Qingtang could hear it.

"If I could do it again, I would definitely kill you on your first day in office."

"No, I will let you die on your way to your post."

The saying "raising a tiger to bring disaster" refers to Feng Shu.

But he had not realized it before and once thought that Du Qingtang was a slightly cautious rabbit.

"Lord Feng, you're too kind." Du Qingtang pointed to the account book and tax silver, "This is the physical evidence."

After saying this, he turned his wrist and pointed at Chen Tao, Zhang Jun and the head of Long Da: "This is the witness."

Then he pointed behind Feng Shu and said, "This person is also a witness."

Feng Shu turned around and found that Judge Xie had come out from behind the antique shelf at some point and was standing respectfully behind Yan Tiande.

Feng Shu was stunned, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "...Xie Kang, you betrayed me!"

Judge Xie bowed his head and said, "A wise bird chooses its own tree to roost in. I have also made it clear that I wish to redeem myself for meritorious service."

Feng Shu was stunned.

So the person Xie Kang wanted to redeem himself for meritorious service was not Feng Shu, but Yan Tiande?

Feng Shu suddenly felt like a joke.

After all the calculations, I got nothing in the end.

He glanced at Du Qingtang, then at Xie Kang, and suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky.

The laughter was loud, but it was far inferior to Du Qingtang's voice. It was as shocking as piercing the clouds and splitting the rocks.

"We have all the evidence, Feng Shu, why don't you surrender now!"