Chapter 141

First Volume, Chapter 141: Dead Enemy Gao Song

Ning Hu fell silent, repeatedly recalling everything that had happened recently—his grudge with Qin Feng had all begun because of Xie Yun'er; now that Xie Yun'er was no longer connected to him, there was no point continuing to fight Qin Feng.

His father had once planned to mold him into a great general of Shedynasty's future, yet now he had become a sacrifice in Court Intrigue, truly bringing shame upon himself.

A sudden awakening made Ning Hu's face burn red with shame, so humiliated he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

After a moment's hesitation, Ning Hu dropped straight to his knees, pounding three loud bows toward Qin Feng, eyes red, growling: "Qin Feng! This bow is not for myself, but for my entire Ning Family! You're right—I betrayed my father's expectations and the Shedynasty's investment; I should have fought on the battlefield, yet I sank into deceit and treachery, disgracing myself!"

Ning Hu was still young, his emotions too volatile—he wiped away a tear as he left.

Watching Ning Hu's retreating back, Ji Wang couldn't help shaking his head in sigh: "Ning Hu's nature isn't evil, but his temper is too reckless, easily exploited. Fortunately, he faced Qin Feng—if it had been anyone else, he'd be dead and buried."

Saying this, Ji Wang bowed slightly to Qin Tianhu: "Qin Feng knows when to take and when to let go; though his methods are ruthless, his humanity remains intact—I admire him. Moreover, the Marquis of Yong'an once rendered great service to Shedynasty; now that Qin Feng has spared Ning Hu, he has preserved talent for the state. Qin Da Ren, your parenting is admirable."

Qin Tianhu was also taken aback by Qin Feng's actions, and with Ji Wang's lavish praise, his heart warmed—he fought hard to suppress it, yet joy still showed on his face: "This humble official cannot accept such a bow from Your Royal Highness; my Quan Lang still lacks maturity—forgive me for letting you witness this."

Now only Gao Song remained.

Gao Song was both furious and confused—why did Qin Feng show boundless mercy to everyone else, yet relentlessly pursue him?

That slap earlier still stung!

Under Gao Song's hateful and wary gaze, Qin Feng walked toward him with a chilling smile.

Gao Song had expected Qin Feng to exploit the moment, extorting a massive sum of Silver Money.

But to his shock, Qin Feng said nothing—raised his hand and struck him once, then struck again.

The sharp slaps echoed through the Wine House's DaTang.

After two blows, Gao Song's cheeks swelled visibly—Qin Feng had clearly gone all out, leaving no room for mercy.

Gao Song's head rang with a Whirring Sound, stars danced before his eyes, and his hatred slowly gave way to terror.

Why? Why? Why?! Gao Song screamed inwardly—why was Qin Feng so fixated on him?!

Ji Wang and Qin Tianhu exchanged a glance, equally baffled.

Qin Tianhu could no longer hold back: "Boy, why are you so cruel to Gao Song?"

In Qin Tianhu's view, Qin Feng's actions were merely venting anger—even if he had to vent, why not pick an easy target like Cheng Fa, or Qi Cheng, whose power was broken, or even Li Rui? Why target the highest-ranking Gao Song? Wasn't this asking for trouble?

Facing Qin Tianhu's question, Qin Feng turned—and his expression shifted utterly: lips pouting, eyes watery, face twisted with grievance: "Father! This Gao Song has tried to kill me at every turn—he wanted to destroy our family utterly! Tell me, shouldn't he be beaten?!"

At these words, Qin Tianhu suddenly understood—his confusion turned to approval, and he clapped his hands in admiration: "Well done!"

Though Li Rui had once tried to kill Qin Feng, he was Qin Feng's former self; moreover, after this prolonged struggle, Li Rui's resources had been nearly Squeezing Dry—he could no longer stir up any real threat, only vent empty words.

Gao Song was different—he first tried to imprison Qin Feng in Jingzhao Yin Dala, then framed him with false accusations, each move a deadly strike.

For a man like this, Qin Feng would show no mercy whatsoever.

At this moment, Gao Song finally realized—from the very beginning, Qin Feng had regarded him as a Dead Enemy; to an enemy, one shows no mercy.

Fear spread through Gao Song's heart—he stammered: "Qin… Qin Feng, if you spare me, from now on, our grudge is erased."

Seeing Gao Song finally beg, Qin Feng grinned: "Once I spare you, you'll turn right back to hunt me down, Brother Gao. I'm a coward—I can't sleep soundly once a thief targets me. Unless I eliminate you, I won't rest easy."

Gao Song's face turned ashen—he fell off his stool in shock, landing hard on the floor, panicked: "What are you going to do?! Qin Feng, if you kill me, my father will never let you live!"

Seeing Qin Feng tilt his head, wearing an expression of profound grievance, Gao Song knew—he wasn't just talking.

At the same time, Gao Song recalled Zhao Zhangfu's harsh but true words: to deal with this madman, there was only one way—strike instantly, cut him down. If you play mind games with him, you won't even know how you died.

Now Gao Song understood the terror of this "Madman"—but it was too late.

In desperation, Gao Song crawled and scrambled to Ji Wang's feet, pleading: "Your Royal Highness, please tell Qin Feng to stop—please, for my father's sake!"

Most of the Noble Youth of Jingzhong had grown up under Ji Wang's eyes; seeing Gao Song like this, Ji Wang felt pity—but Qin Feng now held the key to the Beidi war, and the Beidi war determined Shedynasty's rise or fall. Ji Wang knew which weighed heavier.

He only sighed deeply: "If you knew this would come, why act as you did? Your father, Grand Commandant, serves in the Imperial Court—he must do his duty, even if forced. As an official's son, you should have reflected on yourself—lacking ability yet meddling recklessly in Court Intrigue—this is your fate."

Seeing Ji Wang refuse to intervene, Gao Song clung to Qin Tianhu as his last hope, tears streaming: "Qin Da Ren, if I die, my father will never forgive you—do you want to plunge the court into chaos?!"

Qin Tianhu sneered in contempt: "Foolish! With the Holy One seated on the throne, who dares disrupt court affairs? Boy, are you trying to accuse your father of treason?"

Gao Song turned deathly pale—he suddenly realized: even the Three Dukes, even a Prince, must address the Holy One as "subject."

No matter how exalted one's rank—before the Holy One, one is nothing!

Gao Song collapsed on the floor, trembling as he stared at Qin Feng: "Qin Feng… you wouldn't dare kill me… my father… he won't…!"

Mid-sentence, Gao Song changed his plea—screaming in despair: "Please spare my dog's life!"