In the study in the front hall, Third Master Liang sat beside Yang Zhengshan.
Third Master Liang looked especially dispirited today, as if all his vitality had drained away. His expression was dull, his eyes lifeless, and he sat blankly beside Yang Zhengshan for a long while without saying a word.
Yang Zhengshan knew why he had become like this.
The Jing'an Liang Family had already been convicted. They were sentenced for treason with the enemy, and the entire household was to be executed.
Yang Zhengshan had long expected this result, and Lü Hua had expected it too. Otherwise, he Will Not have sent Yang Zhengshan an order of pardon.
Third Master Liang's family had been spared, but the Liang Family was about to be destroyed.
Though Third Master Liang did not like the Liang Family, it was, after all, the family that had given birth to him and raised him. In the past, he had even hoped that one day he could return to the Liang Family in glory.
But now?
He would never have the chance to return to the Liang Family again.
"Sigh, try to take it in stride. If you have to blame someone for this, you can only blame Liang Rong!" Yang Zhengshan comforted him.
The Liang Family deserved the crime of extermination.
If the Liang Family had only been smuggling, then naturally their entire household would not have been executed. But the Liang Family had supplied the East Sea Hu Tribe—no, now it should be called the Great Ling Dynasty—with important materials such as salt and iron, and had also provided a great deal of Chongshan Town's military intelligence.
An existence like that, no matter what country or dynasty it was placed in, deserved death a hundred times over.
Third Master Liang was silent