"Oh." The princess nodded and said, "Yun'er, this matter should be left to the master to handle. How can you make decisions on your own?"
"Sir, what do you think we should do with this fool?"
Li Chang'an looked at Guo Pangzi, who was kneeling on the ground and had kowtowed until his head was bleeding, and couldn't help but shake his head: "After all, he is a man of the King of Lingnan. Let's do it according to what the young master said."
"Then drag him away and beat him to death with sticks," the princess waved her hand, signaling Meng He to drag him away.
Upon hearing this, Fatty Guo couldn't help but beg the princess for mercy, saying, "Your Highness, my father, Guo Erhe, is the garrison commander of Lingnan City. I beg Your Highness to spare my life, considering that my father has at least worked hard, even if he hasn't achieved any great merit."
Upon hearing Guo Pangzi mention the name Guo Erhe, the princess pondered for a moment.
"I almost forgot."
“Meng He,” the princess said, pointing at Guo the Fat Man, “Guo Erhe, the garrison commander of Lingnan, is plotting with his son to assassinate the Imperial Envoy. I hereby order you to immediately take men to the Guo family and execute his entire family.”
"..."
Upon hearing this, Fatty Guo plopped down on the ground, dumbfounded.
No, how could this be?
"yes!"
"Hey, hey, hey." Li Chang'an called out to Meng He, saying, "Let's skip the execution of the entire family, just punish the ringleaders."
"Sir, you are truly compassionate." The princess praised Li Chang'an, "Then let's do as you say and take down the Guo family father and son. As for the rest, let's exile them to the border."
"yes!"
Guo Pangzi sat on the ground, staring blankly as Meng He led his men away. Suddenly, he lunged at the coachman.
"It's all your fault, you good-for-nothing! You've ruined the Guo family, it's all your fault!"
Guo Pangzi sat on the coachman and punched and kicked him repeatedly, wishing he could devour him alive.
This is the poor scholar you were talking about!
This is the poor scholar you mentioned who blocked the road in the middle of the official road in order to extort a single string of cash.
What poor scholar could have such skills!
What poor scholar could be on friendly terms with the imperial envoy from the capital and chat so amiably with a grandmaster?
He now has only one thought: to go back an hour.
Chop this brain-dead stable boy into mincemeat with one stroke.
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