"It was me, I was the one who offended the Duke of North Sea Commandery. It was my fault!"
Under Ye Zhen's gaze, no matter how wronged he felt, Marquis Chi Quan Shi Ting could only grit his teeth and accept it.
At this moment, Marquis Chi Quan Shi Ting's heart was filled with tears and grievance.
He was a duke, for heaven's sake.
Even if he did not travel with crowds attending him, even if he traveled lightly, he should at least have brought three or five attendants.
Yet he had blocked his carriage in the middle of the road like some stupid bird. Wasn't that deliberately bullying people?
In truth, he was simply unlucky.
When Ye Zhen was in a foul mood and suffering from a massive psychological letdown, the exceedingly unlucky Shi Ting had crashed right into his hands.
As for the beating, it did not matter even if Shi Ting refused to admit it.
Because Ye Zhen, as the Duke of North Sea Commandery, could beat this Marquis who had inherited his title, and it would still be a beating for nothing. If the matter truly reached the imperial presence, Shi Ting might be the one to suffer the consequences.
The title Duke of North Sea Commandery was no ordinary one.
There were quite a few nobles in Great Zhou who had been granted dukedoms, but Ye Zhen was currently the only one who had been made a duke for slaying a Seven-Surname Prophet Demon Master of the Devil Race.
Naturally, men from the Patrol Inspection Division and the Heavenly Patrol Division recorded everything at the side, thoroughly closing the case on this minor incident in the street.
Ye Zhen, refreshed in body and spirit after beating someone and preparing to leave, looked at the bruised,