Thump, thump, thump. Xing Wencha seemed to hear a hint of a change in tone from my voice, and immediately began banging his head like he was pounding garlic. I looked at the bloodshed and reached out to stop him from continuing. "What? You not only slandered me, but colluded with rebels and dragged your entire family into ruin. Now you suddenly remember that you want to save your children?"
"City Lord, just tell me what you want from Xing Wencha. Xing Wencha is nothing more than a pedantic literary immortal who writes and paints, ignorant of officialdom. I truly have no idea what you need me to do before you'll spare my entire family." Xing Wencha's face was streaked with tears. Just now, he had thought death was unavoidable, so naturally he had only wanted a quick end. Now that he sensed a glimmer of hope, what use was there in holding on to his pride?
"Heh heh. Go down for now." I waved my hand. I did not say that I would spare his family. Even if I possessed the power of life and death, I would not abuse it. Otherwise, how could I win the people's obedience?
But just as the two soldiers lifted him from the ground, Xing Wencha's expression changed. His face flushed the color of pig's liver, and he suddenly began struggling. Furiously, he shouted, "Let go of me! You can't send me down just like this! What are you planning to do with my sons and daughters? If you won't spare my children, then I, Xing Wencha, will fight you to the death right now!"
"How to deal with your Xing Household is not my decision alone. Whether or not you can be spared—do you really think it can be decided just because