Prince Ning's head was hung on Ninghai County's western city wall that very day, receiving the same exceptional treatment as Geng Jingzhong and his son.
"The head of Zhao Liang, Prince Ning, mastermind behind Jiangzhe's corrupt officials."
"Those who collude with Japanese pirates to slaughter their countrymen shall die without an intact corpse-left by Zhang Muzhi."
With the city wall as his canvas and the Cold Moon Saber as his brush, Yang Ge personally nailed Zhao Liang to history's pillar of shame, leaving his name to stink for ten thousand years!
He had barely finished when nearly a thousand saber-bearing guards, elite soldiers, and armored troops from Prince Ning's Residence stormed up to the western gate.
They raised shield walls inside and outside the gate, positioned cannons, and formed ranks of archers aimed at the battlements. Then they sent out a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted messenger to shout at Yang Ge, "Yang Erlang..."
"While I haven't lost my temper yet, and still don't want to implicate the innocent."
Yang Ge's indifferent voice drifted down from the wall. "Disperse on your own, or... I've already killed Zhao Liang. A few more won't bother me. What do you think, Your Highness Zhao Hao, heir to Prince Ning?"
Once his words fell, a tall, slender figure in infantry armor, his face covered by a refined iron mask, slowly moved behind the shield formation under the protection of a large group of identically armored soldiers. Beside himself with rage, he cursed up at the battlements, "You, Yang Erlang, pride yourself on being impartial and hating evil to your core. How could you commit the inhuman act of degrading and humiliating a dead father's remains before his son? How does that make you any different from a beast?"
Yang Ge said, "If you can't read, find someone