bullyxtreme Chapter 169 Lord Luo, do you want to intervene? Can you even intervene?
Chapter 169 Lord Luo, do you want to intervene? Can you even intervene?
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence!
Immediately, a tremendous wave of exclamations erupted!
"What?!"
The people were stunned.
"The Minister of Grain Supply? That's one of the Nine Ministers who oversees the nation's finances!"
"And there's also the Grand Master of Ceremonies? He's in charge of ancestral temple sacrifices!"
"My God, this... how is this possible?!"
All the officials were stunned!
The young official who had just asked the question was now pale as a ghost, trembling so badly he was about to collapse to the ground.
He finally understood why those two officials hadn't come...
It's not that they didn't come, they just went straight onto the stage!
Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, two teams of armored soldiers from the Black Ice Platform carried Wu Liang and Luo Lang onto the platform!
At this moment, both of them were deathly pale, their eyes were lifeless, and their hair was disheveled!
And along with them, there was something else that was carried up!
Axe and halberd!
Axe and halberd—the mainstream executioner's instrument in the Qin Dynasty
In an instant, everyone finally understood that today's "political inquiry" was not a performance.
This is serious, it's going to involve bloodshed!
Wu Liang was thrown heavily onto the high platform, and the excruciating pain and humiliation brought him back to his senses.
When he looked up, he saw the dark mass of people and officials below the stage!
Especially when he saw Ying Zheng on the dragon chariot in the distance, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.
He regained a sliver of strength, and with all his might, he began to roar:
"Injustice! Your Majesty! I am innocent!"
He struggled to crawl, kowtowing towards Ying Zheng's direction, and cried out:
"This is a frame-up by Zhang Fan! He has bewitched the Emperor! He knows sorcery!"
"This is all an illusion he created!"
"Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal to the Great Qin!"
Laurent, standing nearby, was also infected by this will to survive and began to cry out:
"Your Majesty is wise! I knew absolutely nothing about it!"
"Innocent! Zhang Fan is spreading heresy!"
"witchcraft?"
"phantom?"
The crowd below the stage erupted in uproar.
They were already skeptical of this immortal master, and now, upon hearing the accusations from two high-ranking officials, they were even more disillusioned.
Many people were immediately shaken and began to discuss the matter.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Fan also carried a hint of fear and suspicion.
"Could it be... that he really possesses sorcery?"
"Yes, otherwise how could they win the Emperor's favor?"
"..."
Looking at the two people struggling on the stage, Zhang Fan let out a cold laugh.
"witchcraft?"
He was too lazy to argue with them, so he simply walked up to the projector and pressed the switch.
The next moment, a clear, dynamic image appeared before everyone.
The scene depicts a dark and damp basement.
Dozens of ragged, emaciated children were locked in filthy wooden cages, their eyes filled with numbness and fear.
Some children were covered in wounds and were curled up in pain in a corner.
Then, the scene changes.
Several girls of similar young age were forced to wear red wedding dresses.
Their faces were pale, their eyes were empty, and they showed no reaction. Their blood-red wedding dresses were particularly glaring.
"A ghost marriage!"
Someone recognized him!
"They're utterly beasts—!"
"They're just kids! How could they do that?!" A burly man trembled with rage, tears welling in his eyes.
"Where is this? Why are so many children tied up?"
The people's doubts were instantly replaced by anger, and their roars converged, echoing throughout the square.
Among the officials, Meng Wu, Wang Ben, and other military generals all clenched their fists and their eyes were bloodshot.
They fought on the battlefield to defend their homeland, all for the sake of protecting the people of Qin!
But now, such a thing is happening right here in the Qin Dynasty.
"Disgrace! This is a disgrace to the Great Qin!" Meng Wu said through gritted teeth.
On the dragon-drawn carriage, Ying Zheng suddenly stood up.
He gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, his knuckles white, and an imperial aura instantly enveloped the entire room.
He had witnessed countless deaths, but the sight of a living person being married off to a ghost still stung and enraged him.
Zhang Fan seemed oblivious to all of this.
His gaze was fixed on Laurent, who was slumped on the ground.
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out all the noise:
"Lord Luo, as the Minister of Ceremonies!"
"He was in charge of the ancestral temple rituals, sacrifices, divination, astronomy, and calendar of our Great Qin, and could be called the teacher of all officials."
"Are you aware of this matter?"
This question turned Laurent's face instantly pale, and his whole body trembled violently.
He struggled to prop himself up halfway from the ground, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"No...no...I...I don't know..."
Zhang Fan sneered, took a step forward, and looked down at him.
"Is it genuine ignorance, or feigned ignorance?"
"I really don't know! I really don't know!"
Laurent shook his head frantically in denial.
Zhang Fan looked at him, his cold smile deepening.
He didn't explain anything further, but simply waved gently to the audience.
Immediately afterwards, four strong Black Ice Guards carried a huge and heavy coffin and walked step by step up the high platform.
"Thump!"
The coffin was placed heavily in the center of the high platform, making a dull thud.
What are you doing?
The people below the stage were puzzled; they craned their necks, their faces full of confusion.
The officials were puzzled. They looked at each other, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.
Ying Zheng, atop the dragon carriage, also frowned slightly.
He also didn't understand what Zhang Fan was really up to.
Amidst the bewildered gazes of thousands!
Zhang Fan walked to the coffin, gently stroking the cold coffin wood, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly:
"Lord Luo, this coffin must look familiar, doesn't it?"
"This is the coffin of your esteemed young master, Luo Jiahao, who died young."
"However, there is one thing I do not understand..."
Zhang Fan paused, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as a knife, piercing straight into Luo Lang's heart!
"...I just don't understand why there were two skeletons in your son's coffin?!"
These words were like a thunderbolt!
If the previous scenes were about anger...
At this moment, it is utter, uncontrollable rage!
"Two skeletons? My God, isn't that the girl who was arranged into a ghost marriage?!"
An old man suddenly understood the situation and was so angry that he trembled all over.
"Beasts! Absolutely beasts! They kidnapped someone's daughter and forced her into a ghost marriage! The entire Luo family deserves to be executed!"
"Not just the Luo family! Wu Liang and Luo Lang are all birds of a feather! Kill them! Kill them!"
The roar of the people was deafening!
This time, they had no more doubts, only primal anger and murderous intent!
Many of the officials turned pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down their faces.
They never imagined that Zhang Fan would go to such lengths to convict them!
They even dared to dig up the coffin of the son of a high-ranking official in front of the whole world!