Chapter 570: First Volume, Chapter 570: Disloyal and Unrighteous

First Volume, Chapter 570: Disloyal and Unrighteous

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Feng's gaze sharpened instantly.

This sudden shift in his expression was exactly what Zhou Ming had hoped for.

Zhou Ming turned to face the crowd and loudly accused them.

"Who among the Noble Youth of Jingzhong doesn't know that Baron Fuyun, Li Lang, was Qin Feng's Hand and Foot Brothers?"

"Li Lang rushed to the Front Line, fought bloody battles, and ultimately died at Chen Si's hands."

"Qin Feng pretended to be loyal and righteous, carrying Li Lang's Coffin back to Jingdu, claiming he was helping Li Lang return to the Imperial Ancestral Hall."

"What a man of deep feeling and righteousness!"

"But what happened? Facing Li Lang's killer, Qin Feng not only failed to seek Revenge for him—he secretly colluded with his mortal enemy."

"Hahaha, how hypocritical!"

"If I were Baron Fuyun, I would die with my eyes wide open!"

The merchants and Noble Youth who had begun to understand Qin Feng now glared at him in fury.

They didn't care about the feud between the Ming Prince's family and the Liang Emperor.

They only remembered that Li Lang gave his life for the nation, fighting to his last breath—he was a Hero of Shedynasty.

Moreover, Li Lang went to Beixi County precisely because he trusted Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's friendship with Chen Si is no different from Betrayal; Shedynasty is the Rong Yi Zhi Bang—how could it tolerate such a disloyal and unrighteous man?!

"Zhou Ming speaks the truth! Qin Feng, why are you friendly with Chen Si?!"

"Li Lang fought bloody battles—this is how you repay him?"

"Hypocritical! Utterly hypocritical!"

"Qin Feng, if you didn't kill Chen Si, I look down on you!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath; facing the crowd's verbal attacks, he felt no anger—only relief and emotion.

The reason was simple: in Jingdu, even in Shedynasty, there were still people who recognized Li Lang.

They still saw Li Lang as a Hero.

Just this fact alone was enough to calm all of Qin Feng's resentment and rage.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng bowed deeply, his voice strong and clear, echoing through every corner of the scene.

"If you still remember Li Lang's sacrifice for the nation, if you wish to comfort his soul in heaven, I, Qin Feng, am deeply grateful!"

Qin Feng bowed low, pressing his forehead to the ground with force.

The crowd, moments ago filled with fury, froze in stunned silence.

Seeing this, Zhou Ming spat inwardly with bitter contempt.

This bastard really knows how to win hearts—just as the rumors said, a shameless Corruption!

Zhou Ming would not give up so easily—he pressed his advantage.

"Qin Feng, don't dodge the issue—answer me: why won't you kill Chen Si to avenge Li Lang?!"

"You, a treacherous villain, pretending to be loyal and righteous—how disgusting!"

Beside him, the lute-playing woman watched Zhou Ming relentlessly press Qin Feng, and inwardly praised him.

She hadn't expected a mere son of a Gate Master to play such an unexpected role.

If Zhou Ming could truly ruin Qin Feng's reputation, granting him an official title would be no great cost.

Yet she failed to realize that the eyes of the people are sharp as snow.

Aside from a few with ulterior motives, the overwhelming majority present were no fools.

They could sense from Qin Feng's eyes his sincere devotion to Li Lang.

But Qin Feng had to offer a reasonable explanation.

After all, there are three great trials in life that cannot be crossed.

The vengeance for a father's murder, the hatred of a wife's theft, and the Betrayal of a brother!

Under the piercing gaze of the crowd, Qin Feng slowly exhaled, his eyes gradually calming.

"You all say Chen Si killed Li Lang—then let me ask you: as Main General of the Northern Border, who have I killed?"

"How many Di soldiers have died by my hand?"

"If every death must be counted as a Blood Feud, when will this cycle of revenge ever end?"

"If I truly sought Revenge for Li Lang by killing Chen Si, have you considered the consequences?"

"The Di will use this as an excuse to reject State Peace Talks—the Military Victory won at the cost of countless Shedynasty soldiers' blood will become worthless!"

"And Li Lang would have died in vain."

The Noble Youth present had lived their entire lives in Jingdu since birth.

Not only did they enjoy Food and Clothing Security, but even during the National War, they felt no threat from the spreading flames of battle.

Most Noble Youth acted purely on emotion, seeking only the satisfaction of speaking their minds.

How could they have ever considered the underlying stakes?

Hearing Qin Feng's words, the crowd suddenly awoke—they realized that the phrase "scholars ruin the state" referred to themselves…

The Noble Youth and merchants flushed red with shame, some nearly unable to bear their humiliation.

Zhou Ming didn't care—he saw Qin Feng calming the crowd and immediately snapped.

"Even if you won't kill Chen Si, at least sever ties with him!"

"What did you do? You practically begged to become sworn brothers with Chen Si—and now you dare speak so nobly? Pah!"

This time, the crowd did not blindly follow Zhou Ming's provocation.

Instead, they watched Qin Feng in silence, waiting for his explanation.

Qin Feng slowly turned to face Zhou Ming, raising an eyebrow.

"Since you're foolish, fine—I'll take this opportunity today to properly teach you, on behalf of your father…"

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles'? I'm on good terms with Chen Si—it brings only benefits, no harm!"

"I've already contacted Chen Si in advance and understand his character and conduct—this will allow us to tailor our approach perfectly during the Two Nations' Peace Talks."

"If all the officials in the Imperial Court were as short-sighted as you, Shedynasty would have fallen long ago!"

Zhou Ming, who had been so haughty just moments ago, instantly deflated.

Because Qin Feng's words were flawless—there was no way to refute them.

Qin Feng, however, pressed on, refusing to let Zhou Ming go.

"The Holy Emperor appointed me to oversee these Peace Talks—after careful deliberation."

"Not just the Holy Emperor, but also ministers from the Ministry of Rites, the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, and Guanglu Temple."

"Are you suggesting that from the Holy Emperor down to the highest officials, all are fools—except you, a worthless drunkard who spends his days feasting, gambling, and whoring, the only one with any sense?"

This remark completely trapped Zhou Ming.

If he dared to object, it would confirm the accusation that the Holy Emperor and all ministers were incompetent.

Zhou Ming was speechless, his face turning pale in waves.

The young nobles gathered there suddenly realized the truth.

"That's right! Even the Holy Emperor and ministers of the Ministry of Rites support Qin Feng's participation in the Peace Talks!"

"Qin Feng must be perfectly trustworthy!"

"Hmph, Zhou Ming, I see you're deliberately slandering Lord Qin!"

"Zhou Ming, get the hell out—how much effort has Lord Qin poured into the National War and the State Peace Talks?"

"You don't even show gratitude, yet you recklessly tarnish Lord Qin's reputation—how infuriating!"

"What a joke—a worthless drunkard like you dares to speak of state affairs?"

"When Lord Qin raised Military Expenditure, I donated Five Thousand Liang of Silver—Zhou Ming, how much did you donate?"

Zhou Ming's face flushed red, his breathing coming in sharp gasps.

Just moments ago, the merchants and young nobles here had all sided with him.

How could the tide have turned so suddenly—everyone now stood with Qin Feng?

The lute girl, seeing this, turned pale as iron and snapped: "Worthless fool, get inside and take your seat!"

Zhou Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed and nodded, preparing to enter—when a hand seized his shoulder.

He turned—and it was Qin Xiaofu.

Qin Xiaofu grinned coldly. "Young Master Zhou, don't rush off—your business with my master isn't finished yet."

Before Zhou Ming could react, Qin Feng's voice rang out.

"You just said Li Lang is… the Baron of Fuyun County?!"