Kill Ji Qing...
You, Zeng Anmin, could kill Ji Qing?
Those words rang through the entire hall like a colossal joke.
Yet not a single person dared to laugh.
The current Duke of Qi stood in the hall, his gaze scraping across every face like a blade.
Emperor Jianhong merely looked at Zeng Anmin calmly.
No one could tell what he was thinking.
Zeng Anmin was neither servile nor overbearing. He stepped forward, his back straight as a ramrod.
"Your Majesty, the Tooth Gang Organization under Ji Qing abducted my nephew."
"After I uncovered it, he flew into a rage from shame and intercepted me at the foot of West Mountain outside the capital. Left with no choice, I killed him."
Those words were as good as saying nothing.
Fortunately, Emperor Jianhong voiced everyone's doubts.
"How did you kill Ji Qing?"
Here it came.
Zeng Anmin knew this was what Emperor Jianhong truly cared about.
How could he, a Fourth Rank Confucian Cultivator, kill a Third Rank Martial Artist?
That was not an easy question to answer.
"Because of my father."
Zeng Anmin generously pointed at Zeng Shilin.
"My father possesses the cultivation of a Second Rank Second Sage. Long ago, he infused my body with a portion of his immense power."
"When Ji Qing tried to kill me, he suffered the backlash of the power my father had planted within me beforehand."
Reasonable and well-supported.
Emperor Jianhong looked toward Zeng Shilin.
"Cough, cough."
Zeng Shilin slowly stepped out from among the court officials and gave Emperor Jianhong a slight bow.
"Your Majesty, what Zeng Anmin said is indeed true."
"After my master accepted this humble official as his disciple, he taught me a method that could use one's own cultivation to protect another."
"This official worried