Deng Yan spoke in a very flat tone, as if he was not dealing with a living life, but a dog or something else.
Shen Xining looked at him, his face showing anger, unbearableness, and even difficulty in accepting.
Deng Yan could still laugh, and he looked at Shen Xining calmly.
"Why is Lord Shen looking at me like that? But are you satisfied with the outcome of this matter? Miss Shen can check the two account books at will. The two account books will be taken to the capital along with the body of this man. When that time comes, I think Master Shen will definitely seek justice. Master Shen is really lucky to have such a capable daughter."
It was clearly a commendatory word, but it sounded sarcastic to the ears. When this person mentioned the emperor, he raised his hand specifically to show his respect for the current emperor, but his movements were nonchalant.
Deng Yan stepped closer and even wanted to touch Shen Xining's face with his fingers. Shen Xining had no expression on his face, but the dagger in his hand stabbed directly into his chest.
Deng Yan's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe the scene before him.
"you... ... "
Shen Xining used all her strength in her hands, and the knife penetrated with greater force. When the guards around her wanted to rush over, she snatched the guard's sword and chopped it on Deng Yan's leg, as if this was the only way to vent her anger.
Shen Xining clenched the sword in his hand with great force, and each blow hit the man exactly where it hurt, but not enough to kill him.
"you... ... ."
The guards around were terrified and tried desperately to stop Shen Xining. Shen Xining's wrists were covered in blood and her eyes were red, as if she had vented all the anger that had been accumulating for a long time.
She pointed her sword at the group of people around her, and her voice was filled with a strong sense of ruthlessness.
"Today, whoever dares to come in, I will make you pay with blood! Let you experience for yourself what it feels like to have your tendons in your hands and feet cut."
The guards around did not dare to approach. Shen Xining's identity was not simple, and they would never dare to kill her openly. Otherwise, the plague incident would not have happened some time ago. According to their character, they would have just assassinated her directly.
Shen Xining looked at Deng Yan, who was kneeling on the ground in a trance, and every word he spoke was uttered with tears in his eyes.
"It was because of your selfishness and indifference that the woman hanged herself after returning home. She had just turned 15 this year, and her neighbor had already found a husband. A wonderful life was waiting for her in the future. It was all because of you that everything changed. So many people in the county have lost their lives because of your selfish desires."
Shen Xining threw the sword on the ground. The sword fell to the ground with a loud thud. Shen Xining said in a cold voice.
"Deng Yan, I won't kill you. There are laws in this world to judge people like you. Since you have done something wrong, you will definitely be punished."
Deng Yan smiled, but his face was covered in blood, so it was impossible to tell what kind of smile he had. Shen Xining turned and left, ordering someone to send Deng Yan to Kyoto to let His Majesty judge what to do with him.
Xie Zhaoan was not surprised to hear the news.
"It would not be Shen Xining's character to kill this man. However, we should look forward to Shen Xining's expression after returning to the Imperial City."
"Mr. Yue, are we going back to Kyoto?"
"I won't reply for now. Has the letter arrived?"
Yuewei handed over the letter and Xie Zhaoan waved his hand.
"No need, just give it to Shen Xining directly."
Xie Zhaoan took another sip of tea and seemed to be in a very good mood.
After Shen Xining returned to his room, he slept for several hours, and those people always appeared in his dreams. Deng Yan's face, or those people who had been bullied by Deng Yan, those people's faces appeared in his eyes, and Shen Xining always had nightmares.
When she woke up, her body was soaked with sweat again. She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. The sky outside had already darkened. Shen Xining must have been unconscious for several hours.
Haruyuki heard that she woke up, pushed the door open and came in to dress her, looking inexplicably nervous.
Shen Xining grabbed her hand.
"How is it? Have you checked the account books? Is it Deng Yan's problem? Or is there something wrong with Deng Yan now?"
"The account book has been checked, and it is indeed true. However, the evidence of Deng Yan's crime is still being listed. He has been stationed here for many days, which has aroused the indignation of local officials and people. Now that they have heard that there is an opportunity to punish him, everyone has reported it. As for the people who escorted Deng Yan, they are all local Jingwei. They are indeed not Deng Yan's minions. Miss can rest assured."
"What's that? What makes you so upset?"
Haruyuki suddenly fell to his knees.
"Miss, please forgive me. In the evening, I saw a letter at the door. I didn't know it was from Master Jiang, so I didn't wake you up in time."
I’m afraid it’s not that he doesn’t know, but Chun Xing just doesn’t want Shen Xining to know the content of the letter.
Shen Xining took the letter and read it, and felt a little angry. Jiang Wei was such a brave man, how could he be so stupid and fight alone to that border area, so that he was isolated and helpless and almost surrounded by the enemy? Now, if it weren't for his strength, I'm afraid he would have died long ago, but now he is also seriously injured, bedridden, and dying.
When Shen Xining closed the letter, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Her fingers touched the paper, rubbed it slightly, then curled her lips and smiled. She strode into Xie Zhaoan's yard. The man was indeed leaning back in the chair, reading a book lazily. When he saw Shen Xining coming, there was no surprise in his eyes.
"Sir Shen, a rare guest."
“I don’t think so.”
Shen Xining threw the letter at Xie Zhaoan, but he was not angry. He sat up, picked up the letter, glanced at it, and looked at Shen Xining in pretended panic.
"Master Shen, what do you mean? Why did you show me the letter that General Jiang wrote to you?"
"Why don't you take a look, Fourth Prince? Is this the letter from General Jiang or someone else?"
Xie Zhaoan held the letter and tried to pretend to be ignorant, but Shen Xining sneered and spoke bluntly.
"Jiang Wei's handwriting is like his personality, his pen tip is domineering and never drags. Although the person who wrote this letter tried his best to imitate him, there is a lingering ending between each word, which shows that he has been practicing calligraphy for many years and is insidious and cunning. Moreover, this paper is from Taohua County, not from the border. The paper from Taohua County has the fragrance of peach blossoms, and its texture is also softer than that from the border. Fourth Prince, how do you explain this?"
What is the explanation
Xie Zhaoan held the paper in his hand without any panic.
"I don't understand what Lord Shen is talking about."