The Classic of Filial Piety said: "Of the three thousand offenses punishable by the five penalties, none is greater than unfilial conduct."
Wei Nisheng did not look at Jiang Yu. Instead, he carefully placed the fragments of the spirit tablet on the offering table.
He turned, fixed his eyes on Jiang Yu, gripped his sword's hilt, and slowly drew it.
Seeing Wei Nisheng draw his sword, Jiang Yu froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"You, Wei Nisheng, a mere examination candidate from a humble family-your parents don't want you, your clansmen despise you. What have you got to fight me with?
"That battered sword? Who are you trying to scare? Go on, try it!"
As he spoke, Jiang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, utterly motionless.
He even stepped half a pace forward, thrusting out his chest and staring straight at the long sword gleaming coldly in Wei Nisheng's hand.
"Wei Family Son, Wei Nisheng!" Jiang Yu's laughter grew ever more unrestrained.
"Let me tell you, I am a member of Great Zhou's Imperial Clan!
"My father is Emperor Renzong's own son, and I am a commandery prince personally invested by the Late Emperor, a noble scion of the imperial bloodline."
"Lay a hand on me, and your entire clan will be exterminated!"
Jiang Yu said it lightly, as though stating the most ordinary thing in the world.
What sort of scene had he not witnessed in Xi'an Prefecture?
Which of those lowborn wretches had not eventually pointed a blade at him with bloodshot eyes?
Yet in the end, the one kneeling and begging for mercy had never been him, Jiang Yu.
He had seen this all too often.
Zhao Yuanlang and the other ordinary people were already so terrified their legs had gone weak.