PFC Chapter 41 The fate of a surname is insignificant!
Chapter 41 The fate of a surname is insignificant!
boom!!!
Feng Yuan's words were resounding and powerful.
A deafening explosion erupted in the deathly silent hall!
The ministers behind him immediately knelt down in unison!
"Your Majesty, please execute Zhang Fan!"
"Your Majesty, please rid our Great Qin of this monstrous evil!"
The outcry was deafening, threatening to force the emperor to abdicate!
On the dragon throne, Ying Zheng looked down at the group of ministers below, at their faces filled with righteous indignation.
His face remained completely expressionless.
But in those deep tiger eyes, killing intent was frantically gathering!
Just when the atmosphere inside the main hall reached its most tense point.
A detached voice drifted out.
"Lord Feng, you are mistaken."
Li Si, the prime minister and head of all officials, slowly walked out from the queue.
He didn't even look at Feng Yuan, but simply bowed slightly to Ying Zheng.
Then, unhurriedly, he said:
"May I ask, Lord Feng, whether potatoes are an auspicious omen or an inauspicious one is still undecided!"
"But who was responsible for the massacre of those two villages?"
"As far as I know, they are bandits," Feng Yuan sneered.
"Bandits?"
Li Si smiled and shook his head slightly.
"Lord Feng, your news arrives so quickly!"
"You already knew they were bandits before the official investigation report was even issued?"
"I..." Feng Yuan was speechless.
Li Si gave him no chance, his voice suddenly becoming sharp!
Even if we assume it was the work of bandits!
"That's due to poor local security and the dereliction of duty by the Commandant of the Guards!"
"What does this have to do with the Immortal Master?"
"Could it be that the bandits were summoned by the immortal master?!"
"this!"
Feng Yuan was speechless when asked the question, and his old face turned as red as a pig's liver!
Upon seeing this, one of the old noble ministers behind him immediately jumped out to help him out!
"Lord Li Si, you are mistaken!"
An official retorted loudly, "If Zhang Fan hadn't forcefully pushed this item forward, how could it have incurred the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people?!"
"These so-called bandits are nothing more than divine punishment!"
"Ultimately, the root of the problem lies with Zhang Fan! As long as he lives, divine retribution will continue!"
"Yes! If he doesn't die, the country will never have peace!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Ying Zheng, sitting on the dragon throne, suddenly let out a low laugh.
That laughter was full of mockery.
He slowly stood up, looking down at the crowd below, and said, word by word:
"Well said."
"That's well said."
"Since you all say it's divine retribution and that the root cause lies with Zhang Fan."
"Then today, I will give you an explanation."
"Someone come here!"
Ying Zheng suddenly waved his dragon sleeve, his voice as cold as ice!
"Summon Zhang Fan! Enter the palace!"
The cold voice echoed in every corner of the Qilin Hall.
Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan and the other ministers instantly revealed uncontrollable elation on their faces!
Become!
Your Majesty is going to punish us!
They exchanged a glance, both seeing a smug look in each other's eyes.
They had even already figured out how to embellish the story later.
How can we thoroughly explain the pros and cons and completely condemn Zhang Fan to the pillar of shame?
"Squeak—"
The heavy palace doors were slowly pushed open.
A figure walked in from outside the hall, against the light.
however.
When everyone could see what the newcomer looked like.
The entire main hall.
A deathly silence fell instantly!
The air seemed to freeze at that moment!
That wasn't the image of a prisoner bound hand and foot, looking utterly wretched, that they had imagined.
The newcomer was dressed in a white robe stained with blood.
His hair was disheveled, and he looked haggard!
Zhang Fan held a long knife that was still dripping blood in one hand!
With his other hand, he dragged a headless corpse like a dead dog!
The official robes on the corpse clearly indicated his identity!
Fan Xun, the magistrate of Xianyang!
"tread."
"tread."
"tread."
Zhang Fan dragged the corpse along, step by step.
We entered the magnificent Qilin Hall.
Every step left a shocking bloody footprint on the smooth, mirror-like floor tiles!
The tip of the long sword made a piercing sound as it sliced through the ground!
boom!!!!
The entire imperial court was in complete uproar!
All the ministers, whether it was Li Si or Feng Yuan.
They were all dumbfounded, their minds completely blank!
"Has he...has he gone mad?!"
"Bringing a knife to the palace?! And dragging a corpse along?!"
"That's...that's Fan Xun's corpse! He...he actually killed a high-ranking official of the imperial court!!"
Shock!
Horrifying!
Unbelievable!
Even Ying Zheng, sitting on the dragon throne, was shocked the moment he saw Zhang Fan's appearance.
His pupils also suddenly contracted!
Although I already knew what had happened, I was still shocked to witness this bloody scene firsthand.
The shock I felt was still beyond words!
"Zhang Fan! How dare you!"
Feng Yuan was the first to recover from his extreme shock!
His face flushed red with excitement, and he suddenly jumped out.
Pointing his finger at Zhang Fan's nose, he roared in a fierce voice:
"Bringing a knife to the palace! Slaughtering court officials! Are you trying to rebel?!"
"Guards! Protect the Emperor! Seize this scoundrel at once!!"
The old noble ministers behind him also came to their senses one after another, and they all echoed him as if they had been injected with chicken blood!
"Take him down! This scoundrel must be insane!"
"Your Majesty! If such a madman is not severely punished, where is the law of the land? Where is justice?"
"..."
however.
Faced with everyone's accusations and roars.
Zhang Fan, however, seemed not to hear.
He slowly raised his head, revealing his bloodshot eyes.
He looked straight past everyone and directly at Ying Zheng on the dragon throne.
"Thump!"
He released the corpse and the long knife from his hands, his knees buckled, and he knelt down heavily!
He neither defended himself nor begged for forgiveness.
He spoke clearly, word by word, in a hoarse voice:
"Your subject, Zhang Fan, is guilty!"
"But I have come to the palace today not to plead guilty!"
"But... we beg Your Majesty to execute the traitor! To judge Gongming!"
Your Majesty, execute the traitor!
The verdict is fair!
These eight words are like eight heavy blows!
It struck everyone's heart hard!
Inside the main hall, a deathly silence fell once again.
Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Fan, who was kneeling below, covered in blood, yet still standing tall.
Looking into his eyes, which were filled with murderous intent.
He was silent.
For a long, long time.
Ying Zheng slowly spoke, his voice low and deep.
"Where did this villain come from?"
Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head, his eyes even more bloodshot!
He pointed at the headless corpse on the ground and roared in a hoarse voice:
"This person is one of the villains!"
"Fan Xun, the magistrate of Xianyang! He was ordered by certain people to impersonate bandits and massacre the potato pilot village!"
"Two villages, 314 people, not a single survivor!"
"When I arrived, all I saw were corpses strewn across the ground, and rivers of blood flowing everywhere!"
"A six-year-old girl, barely clothed, died in my arms!"
"Before she died, she asked me why I hit her?"
"They just want to have enough to eat..."
At this point, Zhang Fan's voice choked up, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.
Tears rolled down his red-rimmed eyes!
"His Majesty!"
Zhang Fan's voice was filled with extreme anger.
"Your Majesty, I dare to ask!"
"What crime have the people of my Great Qin committed?"
"They just want to survive, they just want to grow those potatoes that can yield a thousand kilograms per acre, and have a full meal!"
"What did they do wrong?!"
"To suffer such inhumane slaughter?"
Zhang Fan's voice echoed in the empty hall, each word filled with anguish and each sentence piercing the heart!
All the ministers fell silent.
Even Feng Yuan, who was just jumping around a moment ago.
He couldn't utter a single word at that moment.
For them!
Are the lives of ordinary people even considered lives?
It's insignificant!