Chapter 119: Father

The remaining few hundred households didn’t seem worth questioning individually anymore. The sudden surge of townsfolk was enough to serve as witnesses for Xue Huaiyuan. Upon hearing Jiang Li’s intention to enter Yanjing City to appeal Xue Huaiyuan’s case, many villagers eagerly volunteered to accompany her. With this, the prior worry about having enough people was completely dispelled.

Ye Mingyu felt a surge of joy, pounding his chest and promising to cover all expenses for the journey to the capital. Tong’er and Baixue were also delighted. Seizing a moment of calm, Ye Mingyu turned to Jiang Li and asked, “Ah Li, since we’ve finished the task ahead of schedule, what shall we do next?”

“Now that we have so many people, and considering that Feng Yutang’s men have been decimated and the unarmed townsfolk harbor deep resentment against him, it’s time to let them vent their anger. The order from Xiangyang will be issued sooner or later. Since Feng Yutang enjoys ruling Tongxiang like a king, let’s give him a taste of what it feels like to be overthrown. Uncle, take these people to the county office; we’re putting on a play called ‘Binding the Official to the Hall.’”

“I’ve only heard of ‘Binding the Son to the Hall,’ never ‘Binding the Official,’” Ye Mingyu laughed.

“I haven’t seen it either, so it’ll be quite a spectacle. No time to waste. I suspect Feng Yutang, upon hearing this news, will be scheming his escape. We must not let him slip away. Once Tong Zhiyang’s order arrives, we can release the Xue County Magistrate from prison and escort the official to the capital.”

Ye Mingyu exclaimed, “Excellent!” He loved this kind of straightforward action. These recent days had been stifling, but now, finally, he could hold his head high and capture Feng Yutang, whom he had long despised. Truly a cause for celebration.

“Let’s go!” he said eagerly.

...

The county office was unusually quiet today.

Feng Yutang sat inside, waiting for his luggage to be brought over.

He couldn’t leave his mansion because his escape route was fraught with danger. He hadn’t even brought along his most beloved concubine, only the gold and silver treasures he’d amassed during his years as the magistrate of Tongxiang. If his servants or concubines discovered his plan to flee, they would surely cause a commotion, alerting Jiang Li and her group, making escape impossible.

When Feng Yutang learned yesterday that Jiang Li was going door to door, asking the people of Tongxiang if they were willing to testify, he immediately understood her plan. No wonder Jiang Li’s men had silently dealt with the assassin of Princess Yongning without laying a finger on her. Now that he thought about it, since Jiang Li wasn’t afraid even of Princess Yongning, how could she fear someone as insignificant as him? She kept him alive not to kill him, but to save Xue Huaiyuan!

Only while he lived could he help clear Xue Huaiyuan’s name by confessing his own crimes during the retrial.

Realizing this, Feng Yutang was both anxious and bitter. Years ago, Xue Huaiyuan had driven him out of the county office, and he resented Xue’s ruthless methods. Later, the tides turned: Xue Huaiyuan offended Princess Yongning and was imprisoned. Feng Yutang ordered the jailers to “take good care” of him. Now, just as he was enjoying the spring breeze of success, the prime minister’s daughter suddenly appeared, intent on overturning Xue Huaiyuan’s case—and was close to succeeding.

Xue Huaiyuan was truly his nemesis.

Jiang Li’s plan was clear, but Feng Yutang refused to go along. Xue Huaiyuan was now a broken man, lost in madness, and Feng Yutang would have to sacrifice greatly for him. Moreover, whoever took over Xue Huaiyuan’s position would be him. Though Princess Yongning was his mistress, she would never make such a fuss over a minor like him.

Jiang Li had said it well: when immortals fight, mortals suffer. He knew he was no immortal, just a mere mortal doomed to suffer. He had to find a way out. He could no longer resist Jiang Li’s attempt to exonerate Xue Huaiyuan. If the plan failed, Princess Yongning could destroy him at any time. Having offended Jiang Yuanbo’s daughter too, now was the time to escape. So early this morning, Feng Yutang went to the county office, moved his chests there, and waited with a few trusted men for the carriage to leave immediately.

By the time Jiang Li gathered enough witnesses, he would be long gone. As for how Jiang Li and Princess Yongning would battle it out, it was none of his concern anymore.

While mulling over this, Feng Yutang suddenly heard some noises outside. Alert, he rose from his seat and ordered his men to quickly carry the chests filled with silver notes and antiques. Leading the way to the door, he grumbled, “I told you to keep it down—what if we get discovered?”

No sooner had he spoken than he reached the county office gate and froze.

Standing before him were Ye Mingyu and Jiang Li.

“Lord Feng,” Jiang Li smiled at him.

Ye Mingyu forced a smile but felt uneasy. Jiang Li’s smile was gentle, and even Ye Mingyu showed a meaningful grin. This man, who usually scowled at him like a bandit, had never been so cordial before.

“Miss Jiang,” Ye Mingyu concealed his scrutiny and asked, “What brings you here so early?”

His tone was a world away from the first time they met. Ye Mingyu’s eyes flickered with disdain; such sycophancy was distasteful.

Jiang Li ignored Feng Yutang and looked past him, curious. “Why have you moved so many chests, Lord Feng? Are you planning a long journey?”

Feng Yutang’s heart sank. He quickly signaled his men to move the chests back and smiled weakly, “Not at all. These are things previously taken out; we’re just bringing them back now.”

“I see,” Jiang Li smiled. “That’s good. I was worried you might be leaving, which would complicate matters. Actually, I have a favor to ask.”

Jiang Li’s demeanor was mild and sweet, but Feng Yutang knew better than to trust that delicate beauty. When she said she wanted his help, he broke into a cold sweat and cautiously asked, “What is it you wish me to do, Miss?”

“Something simple,” Jiang Li said lightly. “Just accompany me back to Yanjing to testify at the Dali Temple for the case of County Magistrate Xue.”

Feng Yutang stood rooted to the spot.

Jiang Li’s eyes were unnervingly calm, but Feng Yutang could detect the mocking laughter beneath her gaze.

“What nonsense is this, Miss Jiang...” he stammered.

“I don’t like joking,” Jiang Li shook her head.

Humiliation surged within Feng Yutang. Jiang Li’s slight figure blocked his path like a wall. He longed to seize her and snap her neck, to carve a bloody path for himself. But he dared not—Ye Mingyu stood beside her, his sword at his waist still radiating a deadly chill.

“Must I do this, Miss?” Feng Yutang asked.

Jiang Li nodded with a smile.

The gentler she seemed, the more enraged he became. Furious, he asked, “What if I refuse?”

“Refuse?” Jiang Li’s smile faded, her face cold. “I’m afraid you won’t be given the choice.”

Feng Yutang refused to back down. “Miss Jiang, you’re pushing too far! Do you intend to kill me?”

“That’s not my doing,” Jiang Li shook her head. “It’s theirs.” She turned slightly.

Feng Yutang saw what she meant.

Behind Jiang Li and Ye Mingyu, outside the county office, packed tightly, stood the people of Tongxiang. They had been there so long, silently watching Feng Yutang, their eyes burning with anger and fervor. If not for Jiang Li’s presence, they would have stormed in to tear him apart.

“See for yourself,” Jiang Li smiled.

Feng Yutang staggered, instinctively stepping back. He muttered, “Impossible...”

Yesterday, the messengers reported that Jiang Li and Ye Mingyu had only found three witnesses after going house to house among over five hundred households. Feng Yutang was smug, confident that his standing among the townsfolk was unshakable—even the prime minister’s daughter wouldn’t make them speak out. He believed it would take several more days before Jiang Li could gather enough supporters.

How, in just one night, had so many villagers appeared behind her? What had she said to them?

“Feng Yutang!” a young man cried out bitterly. “You kidnapped my sister as your concubine. She died in your mansion after only three days. Return my sister!”

“That beast! He stole our family shop. My mother died of grief!”

“He colluded with bullies to seize three antiques from us!”

“Feng Yutang!”

One accusation after another echoed in front of the Tongxiang county office.

During his tenure, Feng Yutang had bullied men and women alike, committing every evil imaginable. The townsfolk had long endured, but now, their fury erupted, forcing Feng Yutang to retreat step by step. He tried to command his old influence but lacked confidence and shouted, “What do you want? Are you rebelling?”

The townsfolk’s enraged cries only grew louder.

Amid the uproar, Jiang Li’s voice rose clearly: “Lord Feng, those who commit injustice will bring about their own downfall. The time isn’t yet, but now, your time has come.”

Feng Yutang looked at her for a moment, then suddenly turned and fled!

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