He was not powerless; rather, if he lied to Old General Feng, the latter would not be able to keep his life either. The look Ling Yun cast at the end made it very clear to the God Guards: execute without pardon.
A miserable scream echoed from the distance. Old General Feng completely kicked the bucket, probably still cursing Ling Yun's hypocrisy right before his death.
Could he live?
Impossible. Ling Yun said he would release him, but the one who struck was a God Guard. He did not issue a command, only a glance—did the God Guards misunderstand, then? Thus, Ling Yun did not take it to heart at all.
An Qing held Qianqian's hand as she walked over, the latter's eyes red.
"What's wrong, Qianqian?"
Ling Yun watched as the little one tugged at his pants, unable to help himself from asking.
"Daddy, won't you save Auntie Yaoyue? She is so miserable! She's nothing like what you said. She lives in a doghouse and eats leftover food—no, no, she didn't even have anything to eat. So miserable, oh." The more the little one spoke, the more agitated she became, her voice gradually choking up as she almost choked on her tears.
Ling Yun said, "Isn't it good to let her suffer a little? An empress of a generation was too arrogant. Shouldn't she pay a little price?"
"No... Auntie Yaoyue is such a good person, why did they hit her? Wuwu... Daddy!"
The little one tugged at the corner of Ling Yun's robe again, that little look seeming to say that if Ling Yun didn't help, she would just keep pulling.
Although An Qing couldn't bear it, it was indeed the truth.
Ling Yun sighed, rubbed the little one's head, pulled her into his arms, and then kissed