"Mother, mother, don’t make a fuss, he is His Excellency the Minister of War."
"The Minister?" The Old Madam was taken aback for a mont.
"Yes!"
"Just because he’s the Minister it makes him important? You’re still the General! Why let him bully us at our door? He even wants to kill my grandson; does he even abide by the law?"
"Mother, you don’t understand the situation. It’s Zhizhi’s fault; he killed soone first."
"Killed soone?"
The Old Madam finally caught the crux and was stunned. She knew Situ Zhi’s situation best and had always tried her best to hope he would change his murderous habits, but unexpectedly, just a few days without attention and he got into trouble.
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"Who... who did he kill?"
"The Minister’s daughter."
Situ Yongjie said as he pointed at the little girl lying on the ground.
The girl’s back was a bloody ss, her clothes shredded to pieces, and blood stained the entire floor.
The Old Madam, in her rush and worry about Situ Zhi, had really not noticed all of this. Now as she focused, she was shocked into a cold sweat.
She had only heard of Situ Zhi’s brutality and never witnessed it firsthand.
The horrific sight before her made her gasp.
She was not a good person herself, having once hard many lives for wealth and status in her youth out of necessity, but such a cruel thod she was seeing for the first ti.
"Was this really Zhizhi’s doing?" The Old Madam couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
"Yes!"
The Minister’s anger was furious, unfaltering: "Old woman, my daughter died for no reason at the General’s Mansion; what do you propose we do about it?"
If reported to the governnt office, Situ Zhi would surely not escape death, as the saying "a life for a life" was prevalent at the ti.
The Old Madam weighed the situation; the General’s Mansion had only Situ Zhi as the male descendant. If sothing happened to him, the lineage would end—sothing she did not want to see.
"Your Excellency the Minister, I was ignorant of the situation earlier and should not have vented at you. What Zhizhi did was indeed wrong; even if your daughter had done sothing that outraged people, it wasn’t right for him to kill her. He was young and heedless; it was surely a mont of mistaken action."
See, what the Old Madam said.
On the surface, she appeared to apologize, but in reality, her words were nuanced, hinting to the Minister that although Situ Zhi killed the Minister’s daughter, it was not a one-sided affair—both parties must have had their faults, which sparked the conflict, and in his anger, Situ Zhi mistakenly killed the Minister’s daughter.
What mistaken action? It’s far too far-fetched.
On the girl’s body, there were dozens of cuts, shredding her clothes to pieces—what kind of hatred could drive soone to such madness?
Yet now the Old Madam was saying it was a mistaken kill with a straight face.
Anyone with eyes wouldn’t believe such a claim.
The Minister exploded upon hearing: "You old woman, you pretend to apologize in front of , yet you actually want to shirk responsibility. You want to tell that my daughter’s death is deserved, right?"
His daughter died innocently, and the Minister’s heart was pained beyond asure. Among his many children, he cherished this daughter the most, bringing her along even while working, showing how much he pampered her.
Yet this habit inadvertently caused her death. At this mont, he was both guilt-ridden and heartbroken, and extrely angry.
Indeed, who could have imagined that Situ Zhi, a re nine-year-old Little Kid, would be so cruel to a little girl.
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