Whether He Is Pardoned Is None of My Concern-Smashing a Gold-Topped Sedan Chair Bare-Handed!

Late autumn was bleak, and the sky was overcast.

At the Governor-General's Government Office, over a thousand elite soldiers stood armored and armed with spears and lances, braced as though facing a formidable enemy.

The entire Governor-General's residence lay as silent as an empty mountain valley, steeped in deathly stillness.

Inside the office, Li Rangzhi's face was ashen, his ink-dark brows trembling slightly.

The Golden Phoebe Logging Camp had been wiped out!

Nanlu Academy had been sealed!

That beast Jia, that vicious dog raised by imperial power-how dared he defy His Majesty!

"Governor-General..." Wise Star, one of the Eight Immortals, looked as though he had lost both parents. Choking with sobs, he said:

"Take your own life and preserve some dignity."

Bang!

Li Rangzhi slammed the table and rose, his eyes filled with shock and terror as he stared fixedly at his adviser.

Tears streamed down Wise Star's aged face. Suddenly, he took a pill from his robes and swallowed it without hesitation.

He dropped to his knees with a thud and said in a trembling voice:

"I enjoyed glory in your service, my lord. I die without regret!"

With that, he spat black blood and collapsed, writhing on the floor.

Once his lord's crimes over the years were submitted to the Central Court, with every civil and military official watching, the emperor could not possibly pardon him, however painful the decision might be.

Many things could never be brought into the open. That hound Jia knew full well he would offend His Majesty, yet persisted in his own course. Sooner or later, his entire household would be exterminated!

A dozen breaths later, Wise Star breathed his last.

Li Rangzhi's refined face contorted violently. Through tearful eyes, he looked toward the drawer, where a dagger gleamed coldly.

Yet he could