Chapter 59: So-called Kindness
"Lord Zhao, what else do you have to say now?"
Emperor Qinglong turned his head and looked at Lord Zhao with deep eyes, without a smile on his face.
Lord Zhao fell to his knees, his face etched with the edge of death, yet he remained stubborn and cried out, "Your Majesty, I am innocent!"
"The entire Zhao family is wronged!"
Lord Zhao stared at Su Tan, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake. "County Lady Jiayi, our Zhao family has no grudge against you! Why did you come up with these things to frame the Zhao family?!"
"Your Majesty, Princess Jiayi is very skilled in divination and calculation. With such extraordinary abilities, it would be a piece of cake for her to fabricate a few illusions to frame the Zhao family!"
"Your Majesty, please understand. The Zhao family has lived up to the emperor's grace and has never let down the people. The bones in this yard are clearly a false accusation!"
"It's a blatant false accusation!"
A cold light flashed in Su Tan's eyes. Perhaps people would really laugh when they saw a scene that could only be seen in hell. She looked at Lord Zhao and asked, "False accusation?"
What a false accusation!
The sobbing cries were mixed with frost and snow. Su Tan made a hand gesture and a willow branch cut through the sky. In her hand, it was like a sharp sword, breaking the shackles that trapped the wronged soul.
Her cold voice rang out, "Since Lord Zhao thinks I am framing you, why not listen to what the innocent souls you killed have to say!"
Lord Zhao looked at him with contempt, and was about to say, "Stop spreading rumors here to confuse the people," when his stomach was suddenly pierced by countless pairs of tender little hands. The vengeful spirits cut open his stomach and tore his internal organs into pieces.
"Hahahahahahaha, the evildoer finally gets his comeuppance!"
“Kill them!”
“Kill them!”
The vengeful spirit opened its bloody mouth and bit the Zhao family members with its sharp teeth. The miserable and shrill whimpering sounds came one after another. The Zhao family, which was so bright and beautiful a moment ago, now looked like a cemetery.
Song Tingchen watched all this quietly, holding the sword tightly in his hand.
These vengeful spirits looked to be only seven or eight years old, the age when they were loved by their parents. But now, they had all become wronged souls, been buried, and had their heads chopped off.
As a high-ranking emperor and father, Emperor Qinglong had witnessed all kinds of bloody scenes in the past.
When the princes fight for power, no matter who comes to the top, he will step on countless corpses.
But now, as an emperor, he couldn't bear to see such a scene.
If the Zhao family is really innocent, and just as they say, they are clean.
Why don’t these evil spirits give up?
The imperial guards drew their swords to protect the emperor. Emperor Qinglong's gaze fell on Su Tan and he raised his thin lips, "Princess Jiayi, what exactly is going on?"
He doesn't care about the Zhao family.
Anyway, these evil spirits never harmed him.
What's more, Su Tan is here.
He just wanted to know the reason behind all this.
He didn't believe it was just because Zhao Yu was gay.
"Your Majesty, instead of asking your servant, why not listen to what the victim has to say?"
Su Tan's voice drifted into the wind. She waved her hand, and one of the vengeful spirits with phoenix eyes floated towards her.
The vengeful spirit looked at Su Tan with red eyes, then suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her.
"Sister, thank you..."
What about Xie Sutan?
Thank her for giving them the chance for revenge.
If it weren't for Su Tan, they might have been suppressed in this place where neither human nor ghost existed for the rest of their lives.
He was tortured to death during his lifetime.
Even after death, all the value in your body will be squeezed out.
Su Tan's voice was laced with a faint sigh. She said to the vengeful spirit, "Tell the Emperor all the grievances in your hearts. The Emperor will make a decision for you."
The vengeful spirit looked at Emperor Qinglong, lowered his eyes, and did not believe what he said.
They waited for so long, and in the end it was Su Tan, it was themselves, who allowed them to take revenge.
But he is not the so-called emperor.
Emperor Qinglong's brows were gloomy, and at that moment he seemed to have merged with the cold weather.
He looked at the vengeful spirit quietly and sighed, "What a pitiful group of children."
"I will execute the entire Zhao family of these beasts!"
Hearing these words, the vengeful spirit's eyes gradually turned red.
"Your Majesty, the Zhao family aren't human at all; they're all devils! They're outside the city, under the guise of giving alms, but in reality, they're secretly kidnapping children our age!"
The vengeful spirit's eyes were blood red, and memories of the past came flooding back.
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"This Zhao family is truly a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. If they hadn't distributed porridge outside the city every day, my grandson would have starved to death long ago!"
An old man with a cane and a broken bowl came to the porridge stall tremblingly.
The servant who gave alms poured a bowl full of porridge into his bowl. The old man chanted "Amitabha" and said that the Zhao family were all good people. When the weather was not so cold, they would go to the temple to pray to God and ask God to bless every member of the Zhao family to live a long life.
The Zhao family's servant smiled and said, "Old man, you are too polite. Our young master is kind-hearted. Besides, the emperor loves his people like his own children. We are just following his example."
Someone in the crowd snorted, "Your Majesty only sends the imperial court to provide disaster relief during natural disasters. And half of that relief food ends up in the hands of corrupt officials. Who cares about the lives of us ordinary people?"
This was quickly echoed, "That's right, it's not a festival, His Majesty wouldn't care about us, only Lord Zhao's family is kind-hearted enough to remember those of us who don't have enough to eat."
"That's right, in my heart, His Majesty, the Crown Prince, and the Prince are all inferior to Lord Zhao!"
Originally, no one had thought of this.
But someone spoke up, and gradually, such voices spread among the victims.
The old man holding the broken bowl suddenly felt that, yes, His Majesty would only remember his people in times of famine when they could not get enough food.
At other times, how could you care about the lives of the people?
For the common people at the bottom of society, they don’t understand what a wise or foolish emperor is. A good emperor is the one who can feed and clothe them.
But the emperor did not feed them enough.
Instead, it was the Zhao family who gave them something to eat so that they wouldn't starve to death.
The old man trembled as he was about to kowtow to the servants of the Zhao family.
Two servants immediately supported him and said, "Old man, you can't do this."
"Our master sent us here to give alms because he couldn't bear to see people starve to death. If you kneel before us, we will be punished if our master finds out."
The old man stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do.
The Zhao family are all good people, he can't let them be punished.
"Old man, you just said that you have a grandson, right?"
The servant of the Zhao family had a pleasant face and looked like a really good person. He was so gentle to a ragged old man. "How old is your grandson?"
"Eight years old." The old man smiled cheerfully, his eyes moistening as he mentioned his grandson. "This child has a miserable life. During the famine, both his parents passed away, leaving me, an old man who is only halfway to the grave, to accompany him."
"I was sick a few days ago, but I managed to get through it. But it was freezing cold, and I almost starved to death. It was all thanks to the porridge the officials gave me. You are really kind people!"
He didn't know that these people were just servants of the Zhao family.
He saw that they were all dressed warmly and looked more majestic than any officials he had ever seen.
The servant immediately smiled and said, "This age is really good, it's the right time to be naughty. When our young master was seven or eight years old, he was also afraid of ghosts. The master and mistress chased him with sticks every day."
"Old man, it's freezing cold, let's take you back!"
The Zhao family has many servants in charge of charity, and if two or three of them leave temporarily, it will not affect the progress at all.
But how could the old man feel comfortable with that?
"No, no, I've already troubled you enough, I can't delay your work any longer..."
He waved his hands repeatedly, but the two servants beside him were gentle yet firm, "No, old man, you are so old, your legs are not convenient, and it's so cold, how can we be at ease?"
"Yes, old man, what if you fall or get hurt on the road? You still have your grandchildren waiting for you at home!"
"What a coincidence! Our master's yard is still short of a fireman. When we send you back, we can take a look to see if your grandson is suitable."
Now that he had spoken, the old man could no longer refuse.
Everyone knows that Lord Zhao and his family are all good people.
If his poor grandson could go to the Zhao family to work, at least he would have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear.
Much better than following myself.
He agreed to the two servants and gave them a grateful smile.
That’s great. I don’t have to worry about my grandson starving to death if he follows me around.
The old man walked forward shakily, leaning on a cane and holding the bowl of porridge in his hand. He didn't know how long he walked before he arrived in front of a remote thatched hut.
The house was shaking, as if it would be blown away by the wind.
The Zhao family's servant glanced at the old man's grandson's face, looking at him again and again, and was extremely satisfied.
"This kid is just a little thinner and darker."
"But it's okay. Once it's in our house, it will be fine after a while of recuperation."
"Poor child, it's all caused by not having enough food to eat."
The two servants of the Zhao family took the child away.
In the past two days, she would bring her child, who had changed into new clothes, to the old man and let the child tell him in person how good the Zhao family was to him, giving him new clothes to wear and a warm bed to sleep in.
The old man choked with sobs and kept chanting "Amitabha", feeling fortunate that his grandson finally had a chance to survive. Even when he was sleeping at night, he had a smile on his face and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in his dreams to protect the Zhao family and keep them safe.
A huge fire started in the thatched hut.
The old man was burned to death in this thatched hut, and he didn't know until his death that the Zhao family member, who was more kind than gods and Buddhas in his heart, was the arsonist.
Three days later, a new corpse was carried out of Zhao Yu's yard.
"This guy is too thin. He doesn't look like Brother Tingchen. Only his eyes are pretty. Don't send this kind of stuff to my yard again in the future."
There was a dark circle under Zhao Yu's eyes, and there was a hint of disgust in his eyes.
The servant smiled flatteringly, "Master, wasn't it said that General Song also didn't have enough to eat when he was young? This is more like it."
Zhao Yu's eyes paused. This was not wrong. Song Tingchen had indeed suffered a lot in his childhood. His eyes were filled with deep compassion and sighs. "If I had met Brother Tingchen when he was young, I would never have let him suffer so much."
The servant sighed and said with regret, "Who says it's not true? Young Master is so kind-hearted. General Song will understand your intentions one day."
Zhao Yu's eyes darkened for a moment, and his finger bones crackled as he pinched them.
"What a pity! That bitch Su Tan is back again."
He hadn't even driven away Liu Qingyin yet, but Su Tan was still lingering around.
Why are there so many beautiful girls around Song Tingchen!
When the servant heard this, he covered his face and laughed, "Master, what are you afraid of?"
"Didn't the master say that these corpses are very useful? Once the Ghost King is raised, the Zhao family will have great luck. By then, it will be easy to get a Song Tingchen?"
By that time, not to mention Song Tingchen, all the handsome men in the world, as long as his young master wants them, will be his.
Zhao Yu's eyes were gloomy, "Yeah."
As soon as the servant left, he turned to his confidant, revealed a murderous look, and said with disgust: "Throw the servant who just spoke to me to the back mountain. It makes me upset."
How dare you insult Brother Tingchen? Don’t you see what kind of person he is?
The confidant nodded and lowered his eyebrows, "Yes."
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