"Madam, please don't tell him this!" Pang Yi became sadder and angrier as he listened. He walked over and grabbed He Chengzhi from the ground, then gritted his teeth and said, "I will send him off right away!"
"Pang Yi!"
"Pang Yi!"
Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya shouted almost at the same time. Mei Ya suddenly turned around and looked at Zhong Mingwei, looking into his eyes. She was startled at first. Then she smiled, stretched out her hand and patted Zhong Mingwei's hand, and said with a smile: "Go ahead."
"Pang Yi. Let him go." Zhong Mingwei said slowly.
"What?! Master! Absolutely not!" Pang Yi was so anxious that his face turned pale. "If we let the tiger go back to the mountains, there will be endless troubles!"
"I really feel sorry for his parents. It's only right for him to come to me for revenge." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, walking in front of He Chengzhi and looking at his face which was distorted by shock. He said in a deep voice, "Today, you come to me for revenge, and the grudge between us is settled. If you dare to come and entangle me again in the future, I will let you know what it means to go and never come back."
He Chengzhi didn't say anything, but just cried violently, staring at Zhong Mingwei with his scarlet eyes unblinking.
"Master!" Kong Wenjie was also very anxious. "Master, you are a gentleman, but there is no guarantee that he is also a gentleman!"
"I believe him," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, looking at He Chengzhi again, "The teacher has said since childhood that people who read the books of sages will not be bad."
"Pang Yi, let him go!" Zhong Mingwei turned around and walked back, waving at Pang Yi.
"Yes." Pang Yi had no choice but to agree. He took out a dagger and cut the ropes that bound the man.
“Plop!”
He Chengzhi knelt on the ground for a long time. When he finally recovered, he kowtowed deeply to Zhong Mingwei. A jade Buddha pendant slipped out from his collar. He was busy wiping the pendant and then put it back in. It was obvious that he treasured the pendant very much. Then, He Chengzhi stumbled away.
"Master, I still feel that it is inappropriate." Pang Yi frowned as he watched He Chengzhi walk towards the front yard with one foot deep and one foot shallow. "He is a man who has hated you since he was a child. How can he let go of his hatred so easily?"
"He is not a muddleheaded person, nor is he someone who would waste his life. He will look forward," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, taking a sip of tea, and added, "Besides, too much blood has been shed in the major case of 20 years ago. I don't want someone to bleed and die because of it 13 years later."
"Yes, I understand." Pang Yi bowed.
…
The tenth day of the twelfth month of the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Imperial study.
"What did you say?" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly threw the brush in his hand on the table and stood up. He looked down at Zhao Ruhai who was kneeling on the ground and dared not breathe. "Say it to me again?!"
"Your Majesty, the little prince just died." Zhao Ruhai did not dare to raise his head when he said this. His whole body was trembling slightly. He had never been so frightened before. When he spoke again, he even held his breath. "When Dean Qin arrived, the little prince had already... had died, and Concubine Hui had already... had fainted from crying. Your Majesty, please move to Changchun Palace!"
"How dare you!" The next second, Zhong Zhiheng swept all the memorials on the dragon table to the ground. He couldn't hide his rage at all. He walked out from behind the dragon table and glared at Zhao Ruhai, "How could the little prince die young? I saw him fine yesterday! How could he be gone today?!"
"Your Majesty, you...you must accept my condolences!" Zhao Ruhai said in a trembling voice.
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