241 Wind! The Wind is Coming ! (1/2)
Mistress Yang placidly uttered: ”Since half a year ago, I had already arranged for Xuan‘er and Yang Qin to go to his grandfather’s house. You asked before, even miles of the journey won’t be considered as far, but why isn’t he coming back yet?”
”Now, I am able to answer your question. Qin'er won’t be coming back anymore; he did not go to his grandfather’s house. Instead, he went to worship under a sect, and became the sect’s disciple; this was my arrangement. I was afraid that you might not agree then, hence I did not spell out the truth. I only hoped that one day, when Qin'er’s cultivation base was accomplished, he will come back and explain it to you himself. However, for now, it seems like...everything has succeeded by a lucky stroke, and it also leaves Yang’s family with a little trace of the bloodline.”
”This can be considered as, being a Yang family’s daughter-in-law, a bit of contribution to the family, I suppose.”
Yang Botao let out a long sigh, as if he had managed to unburden a heavy weight in his heart, extremely grateful and uttered, ”Thank you, my virtuous wife!”
Mistress Yang cast a sly glance at Yang Botao, and said, ”Even until now, you still aren’t willing to tell me the reason, are you?”
Yang Botao took a deep breath, he seemed to have something to say, yet the speech he nearly blurted out was swallowed once again, and he replied, ”For this part, there is no need for my lady to know. You can just imagine as if Yang Botao’s heart had been broiled and possessed.
His eyes were filled with the color of deep grief, and he moaned, ” Me, in my entire life as Yang Botao, managed to disappoint the Nine Supremes and also disappoint you, my lady.”
He stood up, with both of his eyes fixed on his wife, he knelt down and uttered, ”My lady, I am sorry that I have let you down!”
Mistress Yang forcefully held onto her tears but to no avail. Her tears gushed out like a raging river.
In spite of everything, he was still unwilling to speak secrets, even in this tender moment.
Yang Botao stood up slowly and left without looking back.
Yang Botao knew his path was one of no return and had known for some time already.
Mistress Yang’s tears streamed down; after a long while, she whispered, ”Never mind, let bygones be bygones. To say it will be death, and to not say it, it will still be death too. There is nothing bad about being a muddled ghost. As humans, we can't expect to know everything, can we?”
She held up a glass of wine, drank it slowly, and murmured, ”Initially, I intended to poison this wine and to allow death to end all the problems, but yet, in the end, my heart wasn’t unfeeling enough to do it.”
”It is of no importance. We shall wait until the day of the public trial, and we then we’ll head to the nine springs together ...”
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The dim light of the night remained grave and staid, the wind whistled across the horizon, the blowing of the wind seemed to grow stronger and stronger.
The chilled wind whizzed through half of the sky, inadvertently stirring a high-pitched sound; as if there were ten thousand spirits rushing through simultaneously. It was eerie enough to cause a person's hair stand on end.
For the whole of Tiantang City, countless people were waiting for dawn.
Perhaps when the sky shone, it would be the time when the whole truth was revealed.
Tie Zheng, however, was an exception. He had gone to bed early, snoring deafeningly and sleeping exceptionally soundly, like a log. However, when it passed three in the morning, he sat up all at once, causing his wife to break out into goosebumps.
”Why so early?”
”There will be a big event today! I'm up early to preserve the spirit, and to get make early preparations.”
Tie Zheng was shirtless. He galloped down onto the ground swiftly as a chilly wind blew across his exposed chest, hitting him on his face, immediately causing him to quiver. The only remaining bit of exhaustion vanished within a split second, disappearing without a trace.
Tie Zheng used the icy chilled well water to wash his face. He wore his gown quickly and tidily. Whilst wiping his face roughly, he uttered, ”My lady, I am going to work now.”
He didn’t wait for his wife to answer. Without leave, he moved a big step forward, and strode out quickly.
His wife draped a gown around herself and leaned against the door; she somehow sensed something peculiar about Tie Zheng today. It is only a normal day of attending the court’s affairs…..he doesn’t need to be in such a valiant and vigoros manner, as if he was marching into some decisive battle, does he?”
Yes, that’s right, to attend to the court’s affairs!
However, Tie Zheng had his sword on this waist. Hung on his chest was a breast protector. Wholly armored, his army was helping him to carry his large saber…. How was this about going to attend to the court affairs?
Apparently this was the preparation for close combat!
Whilst thinking about it, she couldn’t help but to hold her tiny mouth in terror. Wanting to chase after him to ask further, Tie Zheng’s silhouette had already vanished around the corner.
...
At this moment, Tiantang Square had been filled with masses of people.
A pole sporting a towering, giant banner, could be seen standing upright at the center. This banner was at least twenty ten feet tall, with a blood-red flag face, raised high into the sky.
Under the flag, there was a large arena.
This arena was the main court for the public trial!
However, for this time’s public trial, all the high-positioned officers knew that it was nothing but a pretense.
Regardless of whether it was Yutang’s high-positioned officers or that of the Four Seasons Tower’s, everyone was waiting for one person to emerge.
Whether the offense was real or not, it did not rest on evidence. However, that person’s figure still had not appeared!
If Supreme Wind had appeared, then Yang Botao would be guilty, his offense would be heinous, and unforgivable!
If Supreme Wind did not appear, then Yang BoTao would not be guilty, all the offenses would have faded away, and he would remain safe and sound!
There was nothing to do with any documentary or oral evidence, these were all not counted!
The sun had since risen three poles high, sunshine illuminating the whole area.
For this moment, all of the five judges had arrived, and the party involved , Yang Botao, had emerged to wait for judgment.
Yang Botao did not bring many people alongside his journey this time. There were barely thirty people in totality.
But despite the fact that they were all clad in military uniforms, their aura was unique enough to cause Qiu Jianhan and the others to catch glimpses of them.
The tyrannical aura of this group of people, which was entirely different from that of the military personnel, was clear in everyone’s eyes. It was apparent that this group of people was not pure, and this was not a simple matter, to begin with.
Old marshal Qiu snorted: ”Marshal Yang, the masters in your own armies aren’t less, are they? All of them were competent and capable, making me uncertain of whether I should admire or to feel envious about it when I see them!”