"Is that it?"
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes as he stared at Duke Ning's corpse on the ground.
He took a deep breath and looked toward Emperor Jianhong.
"Your Majesty, it is said that a Third Rank Martial Artist can regenerate from a drop of blood..."
Tap, tap, tap.
Si Zhongxiao slowly entered the hall.
Expressionless, he looked at Zeng Anmin.
"The heart is the core of a Third Rank Martial Artist."
"With the heart shattered, he could not be any deader."
So that was how it was.
Zeng Anmin nodded in satisfaction.
He cast a deep look at the corpse outside the courtyard.
One could not wholly trust the words of others.
He had to make certain that Duke Ning was truly dead.
No, I have to deal with his body myself and make sure there is no possibility of him coming back to life!
With that thought in mind,
Zeng Anmin quietly gave Bai Ziqing a meaningful look.
But Bai Ziqing was staring fixedly at the corpse in the courtyard.
No one knew what he was thinking.
"Ahem."
Zeng Anmin coughed heavily. After pondering for a moment, he looked toward Emperor Jianhong.
"Your Majesty, Duke Ning is dead. This minister believes Duke Ning's manor should be raided and its members executed at once."
Having said that, he knelt directly on the ground and requested an order from Emperor Jianhong.
"This minister is willing to personally handle the corpse of the traitor Li Jian."
At those words,
Emperor Jianhong's brows lifted slightly.
A smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Clearly, he understood what Zeng Anmin was thinking.
"Mm. Since that is the case, I shall trouble you, Little Zeng."
Emperor Jianhong casually waved his hand.
He was rather pleased by the way Zeng Anmin had referred to