Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Rest in Peace, My Son—Your Father Will Avenge You!
In the hall of justice, only Chu Ping remained with two squads of Xiu Luo Envoys, ready to handle the remains of Wei Zian.
Master Wei stood pale-faced at the door, neither leaving nor speaking.
Chu Ping glanced sideways at him, a cold snort in his heart.
This ruthless old fellow, still pretending to be torn!
Chu Ping waved an arm, speaking in a voice loud enough for Master Wei to hear: "The Marquis has ordered that such villainous criminals be wrapped in a grass mat and sack and thrown to the burial mound."
The Xiu Luo Envoys immediately carried out the orders.
Master Wei could finally no longer restrain himself, stepping forward to say: "Please wait, Chu Doushi!"
Chu Ping turned back, as if only just noticing Master Wei.
"Ah, Master Wei is still here, the case is already closed. Why haven’t you gone back yet?"
Master Wei detected the sarcasm in Chu Ping’s words.
He repressed his emotions and spoke with a face of grief: "Chu Doushi, although this son was guilty of many crimes, he is still my own flesh and blood."
"He has already met justice; could you perhaps allow me to take his body back for burial, to honor the Wei family’s ancestors?"
Chu Ping clicked his tongue.
Hearing this, Master Wei hastened to say: "Chu Doushi, you have parents; surely you understand my feelings?"
"As an official, I hate this son’s deeds, but as a father, I must put aside my pride and beg you, grant me his whole body."
Chu Ping held his sword in a leisurely posture.
Yet his expression was very stern.
"Master Wei, one should not speak carelessly. Since childhood, my parents taught me the principles of being human."
"Our Chu family is of good lineage, so my father often said, do not wield power to bully others, lest one brings about their own downfall."
At this mention, Master Wei’s face became very unsightly.
He had humbled himself so much, yet Chu Ping, as his junior, still showed no respect?
Seeing Master Wei’s expression, Chu Ping feigned surprise: "Ah, Master Wei, are you unhappy? Oh dear, I speak bluntly, please don’t take it to heart, sir."
"I certainly didn’t mean to imply your lack in raising a son; Wei Zian’s heinous deeds don’t befit someone as upright and honest as you!"
Hearing this, even if he were slow-witted, Master Wei understood the sarcasm in Chu Ping’s words.
"You!" Master Wei choked up with anger.
Chu Ping did not afford him any respect.
He immediately clutched his sword and saluted: "Master Wei, in this matter, forgive me for not being able to comply."
"The Marquis has already given orders; how can I defy his word? Farewell."
With that, Chu Ping waved his hand, and the Xiu Luo Envoys promptly carried away the sack containing Wei Zian.
As they passed by Master Wei, Chu Ping deliberately paused, lowered his voice with a half-smile and said, "Master Wei, if you truly care for your son, go search the burial mound at night; perhaps you may still find him."
With that, Chu Ping scoffed lightly and left with his men.
Those who go against the Princess are never good people!
Master Wei clenched his fists, veins bulged on his forehead.
He stared fixedly at Chu Ping’s departing figure.
Marquis Wan, Xiuluo Guard, he wouldn’t let any of them off!
Finally, Master Wei’s gaze fell on the sack.
Wei Zian’s blood seeped through the sack, dripping down.
The thick red was a piercing pain to Master Wei’s eyes.
He had to do it just now, to save himself.
The nearly hundred-year legacy of the Wei family couldn’t end with him.
So, he could only send his own son to die!
He took a deep breath, his eyes became more sinister.
Zi’an, rest assured, your father will surely avenge you!
Master Wei closed his eyes, engraving today’s deep hatred entirely on Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce.