The inexplicable words made Qin Ye startled at first, and he immediately realized that he had misunderstood something.
Want to explain, Zong Zhengchen came:
"It's as simple as crushing an ant. Why bother with so much trouble?"
A man in a black robe strode over, put his arms around Qin Ye's waist, and took her two steps back, looking down at Zong Zhengli with his dark eyes.
The tone is cold.
If he wanted to kill someone, he could just do it directly. Why would he transfer the person to the imperial mausoleum and then destroy the imperial mausoleum, causing so much trouble?
Now, because of the collapse of the imperial mausoleum, the emperor is displeased, and the people are talking about it, and there are many troubles that follow.
"Heh..." Zong Zhengli sneered.
Yes, in his eyes, isn’t his life just like an ant?
You can abuse him if you want, deal with him if you want, do whatever you want, because he has the emperor's support behind him, and he is all alone.
It has been like this for twenty-five years.
Because no one protected him, he suffered all kinds of humiliation.
He's had enough!
He held onto the coffin and climbed up with difficulty. His legs were numb from kneeling for a long time and he almost fell down several times, but he managed to hold on several times.
It took him half a cup of tea to stand up, a simple action.
He gasped weakly, looked at Zong Zhengchen, and sneered:
"Oh... yes... you did it..."
There is a tone of statement in the empty voice.
"You misunderstood." Qin Ye knew that he was suspicious. "The imperial mausoleum collapsed because of heavy rain, which caused a landslide. There is no trace of human intervention. You can check this."
"It is indeed regrettable that Madam Wei died, but this is not what we wanted to see. Her body is lying here, and no one has harmed her."
She spoke the truth in front of the deceased.
She would not lie in front of her unborn child.
Let’s be honest.
What should be is what is.
Zong Zhengli looked at Qin Ye defending Zong Zhengchen. Her heart, which had long been cold, turned cold again and was as frozen as crystal. Her words were like a hammer, hitting the crystal.
Bang!
rupture.
My heart is broken, but it doesn’t hurt. I’ve gotten used to it.
From childhood to adulthood, he had no right to choose, and no one stood up for him even when he was bullied. He had always accepted it submissively, but today he didn't want to endure it anymore.
He wanted to do the last thing for Wei.
Suddenly, he waved his sleeves, took out a dagger, and stabbed Zong Zhengchen.
Zong Zhengchen cautiously held Qin Ye and stepped back three steps to avoid the sharp knife. He raised his hand and swept out a stream of internal force, knocking the man to the ground.
“Hmm!”
Zong Zhengli's extremely weak body could not withstand any blow. With a slight tilt, he could not even stand steadily, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The noise caused many people to turn their heads and look. They all looked confused, not knowing what had happened.
Zong Zhengli paused for two seconds, held on to the altar beside him, picked up the dagger, and stood up again.
Walking towards Zong Zhengchen is an attacking gesture.
Zong Zhengchen frowned, displeasure flashed across his eyes, and he pushed the man to the ground again.
“Hmm—”
The broken body spat out a mouthful of blood.
But he seemed unaware of the pain, and stood up again, holding the dagger tightly as before, wanting to kill Zong Zhengchen.
Once again, knocked down!
"King Li!" Qin Ye saw it all, but actually didn't know how to persuade him.
She had already explained it, but Zong Zhengli refused to listen and did not believe it. He was certain that Zong Zhengchen was the murderer and was determined to kill him.
He got up again, holding the dagger, and staggered towards King Chen step by step, his weak eyes filled with determination and hatred.
Zong Zhengchen was extremely displeased. He twisted his wrist and threw the dagger several meters away.
Bang!
Then came his cold and sharp voice:
"Zong Zhengli, don't use my tolerance for you as a way to test me. My patience is limited!"