Chapter 1149: The King of Hell Is Easier to Deal With

First Volume_Chapter 1149: The King of Hell Is Easier to Deal With

"Prince Qin! This humble servant had no eyes, did not recognize Your Highness's King's Body! Please, Prince, spare my life…"

Wang Chen finally came to his senses; though he knew death was certain, he still clung to a sliver of hope and begged hysterically.

Qin Feng ignored Wang Chen.

After all, such trash were far too numerous in Heaven and Earth.

If Qin Feng had to handle every single one personally, wouldn't he be exhausted?

Qin Xiaofu, seeing this, stepped forward and let out a light snort.

"Extorting the Prince, publicly insulting the Prince and his Jia Guan—if you still live, where is the Prince's authority?"

"The Prince has only just entered Da Huo, still in the wedding period, and does not wish to ruin his joy over a dog like you, so he endured your antics with patience."

"During this time, had you shown even a fraction of restraint, the Prince would not have deigned to deal with you."

"Alas, heaven's punishment may be avoided, but one's own sins cannot be escaped!"

When Qin Xiaofu was still Qin Feng's "dog's leg," he had specialized in doing things Qin Feng could not handle himself.

Now that Qin Feng is a Prince, Qin Xiaofu has become even more indispensable.

At this moment, in public matters, there was nothing to discuss—execute Wang Chen outright.

The only difficulty lay in personal feelings!

After all, the Qin Family has been blessed with one joy after another; if this man's death interrupted them, Qin Feng might not care, but others might not be so lenient.

At that moment, Qin Xiaofu's voice rang out again, loud and clear, echoing across the entire lakeside.

"You, eyeless dog, deserve to die!"

"But the Prince is celebrating a joyous occasion and deems it beneath him to lay a hand on you."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers gathered immediately understood.

A middle-aged man in a black long robe reacted fastest and rushed out first.

He pointed at Wang Chen and roared: "You wretched creature, relying on your Official Residence connections, you've been arrogant and tyrannical—only been in Beijing a few days and already dare openly cut off people's livelihoods!"

"My longtime customers have been snatched away by you—half of them in just a few days!"

"I cannot bear this private grievance!"

As he spoke, the man charged forward with his Servants and began pummeling Wang Chen and his men with fists and kicks.

The other residents, unwilling to be outdone, also rushed forward to join the fray.

At first, Wang Chen could still scream, but soon he fell silent.

Due to the chaos, Li Xiaolan and the other female Jia Guan never saw how Wang Chen was beaten to death on the street.

Qin Xiaofu's task was complete; he wisely stepped back beside Qin Feng.

This boy's greatest strength was knowing his place—never overstepping.

Even if Wang Chen had been more brazen, he was still just a commoner—Qin Xiaofu was more than enough to handle him.

But Wang Pu was a Fifth Rank Ministry of Justice Secretary; even if he were the most pitiful man alive, he was still a court-appointed official—none of Qin Xiaofu's business to speak ill of.

Qin Feng's peripheral gaze fell upon Wang Pu.

Wang Pu shuddered.

He crawled back onto the ground, trembling: "P-Please, Prince, punish me—I accept my sentence and my fate."

Though Wang Pu was kin to Wang Chen, his attitude was properly respectful.

Qin Feng's gaze was cold, but he did not immediately condemn him to death—instead, he asked casually.

"Did you have any financial dealings with Wang Chen?"

Wang Pu did not hesitate: "During festivals and holidays, Wang Chen always came to my home bearing gifts."

"Sometimes a few hundred Tael of Silver, sometimes silk or jewelry…"

"Each year, roughly… seven or eight hundred Tael of Silver."

Hearing this, Qin Feng now had a clear understanding.

Wang Pu was a Fifth Rank Ministry of Justice Secretary, a Beijing Official, and in his hometown, undoubtedly a prominent figure.

Even distant relatives would go to great lengths to curry favor with him.

Given his official rank and Wang Chen's wealth, an annual exchange of seven or eight hundred Tael of Silver was merely social custom.

Put more plainly—it was a debt of kinship.

Such debts could not be avoided.

And…

This sum meant little in Beijing; surely Wang Pu had repeatedly refused, forcing Wang Chen to lower the amount so drastically.

"Are these claims of yours true?"

Wang Pu nodded vigorously: "If Your Highness doubts me, send men to search my home—all gifts from Wang Chen are stored separately."

"I do not deny I had selfish motives."

"If anyone investigates, I will surrender these gifts in full, to preserve my own safety."

"If no one investigates, when I retire and return to my hometown, these funds will support my old age."

"Over the years, I have accumulated roughly three thousand Tael of Silver—all untouched."

With this, Qin Feng could confidently conclude Wang Pu was… an ordinary Official.

Not noble, but not corrupt either.

Nine out of ten Officials in Heaven and Earth were just like him.

Qin Feng asked again: "Since Wang Chen arrived in Beijing, how many times have you met him?"

Wang Pu did not pause: "Never once."

"Although Wang Chen has invited me several times, this official always used being tied up with official duties as an excuse to decline—today I put it off to tomorrow, and tomorrow to the day after."

"After all, he is a distant relative who came from our old hometown, so this official paid special attention and has been secretly observing him."

"Seeing him acting arrogant and domineering day after day, this official became certain that this fellow would sooner or later cause trouble, so I never dared to meet with him."

The frost on Qin Feng's face had already completely melted away.

The Wang Pu before him, situated at the center of authority, and whose official rank was not too low either, had still managed to keep himself this clean—it was no easy feat.

How could Qin Feng reproach him further?

"Rise."

Hearing these words, Wang Pu could hardly believe his own ears.

He had assumed he was certain to die today, only hoping not to implicate his family, but he never expected… the always decisive and ruthless King Qin would spare him so easily.

Wang Pu carefully stood up and looked at Qin Feng with disbelief.

"Your Highness… does not blame this official?"

Qin Feng, hands clasped behind his back, said lightly: "Although Wang Chen used your official prestige to act arrogant and domineering, he is after all a relative, and you were in a very difficult position."

"This king can understand your helplessness and your bitter predicament."

"You did not aid and abet him, so what happened today has nothing to do with you."

"Bear this in mind: Wang Chen is a bloody example. If more relatives come to seek refuge at your home in the future, be extremely cautious."

"This king has a happy event at home, so I am letting this off lightly. If there is a next time, you probably will not be so lucky."

Wang Pu, as if granted a great pardon, knelt once more and expressed a thousand thanks to Qin Feng.

The female members of the household who had witnessed the entire proceeding also breathed a sigh of relief.

They had truly feared that in his fury, Qin Feng would stain the lakeside with blood—that murderous aura would surely have shattered all the Qin Family's joyous atmosphere.

"Feng'er, you can indeed let go when it's time to let go."

Shen Qingci rarely praised Qin Feng to his face, but this time, she was utterly gratified and did not stint on her words of praise.

Li Xiaolan and Jing Qianying exchanged a glance and could not help but smile at each other.