First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

The boy bit his lower lip.

He remembered the excited and angry expressions of those people that day. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, they were all cursing his father.

Did his father really commit corruption and commit crimes?

Seeing Ye Shizhi's eyes become confused, Su Jixiang felt that he should add fuel to the fire.

She continued to read the booklet, "Oh, your father not only sold slaves to the Turks, but also secretly colluded with the Turks, and sacrificed one or two villages every year for the Turks to plunder! He let them burn, kill and plunder, just asking them not to attack Mangcheng. Haha, your father!" Su Jixiang couldn't help but sigh and shook his head after reading this crime. "So other people's lives are nothing in your father's eyes, just a bargaining chip for him to exchange for his own safety! Do you still think such a father is worth your revenge?"

Ye Shizhi bit his lips even harder.

He was even more confused.

However, he still argued, "These are all the excuses that Wei Ling, the bastard, wrote to plot a rebellion. If he hadn't killed my father, how could he have occupied Mangcheng in the first place?"

Before, he firmly believed that it was the bastard Wei Ling who killed his father in order to rebel. After all, his father would not submit to Wei Ling as long as he was alive.

"Oh. If you insist on talking about this, then I'll tell you something!" Wei Ling licked the corner of his mouth, slowly rolled up the few pieces of dried fruit stuck to the corner of his mouth, and then said, "I rebelled and broke out of the mine. Your father was the first to surrender. He told me that if I could spare his life, he would give me all his property and the defense map of the entire Mangcheng. I thought about it, he did so many bad things, if I could spare his life, I probably wouldn't tolerate it. Your family's property is almost all the blood and sweat of the people plundered by your father. I was embarrassed to use it, fearing that I would die young, so I distributed it to the people in the city who were persecuted by your father. I gladly accepted the defense map, after all, I can use it."

After Wei Ling finished speaking, he looked at Su Jixiang and smiled. He poured himself another cup of milk tea and sipped it carefully, meaning that he would give it to Su Jixiang.

Su Jixiang...this bastard!

How come she has to argue with this little brat...

Never mind. She was still mad at being scolded anyway, so she was willing to argue with this brat.

"Now you know what kind of person your father is?" Su Jixiang said with a little contempt, "If it wasn't Wei Ling that day, but some Turks broke into Mangcheng, what do you think your father would do? I guess it wouldn't be that giving the Turks one or two villages would make them give up. Instead, he would become a traitor!"

Traitor? Wei Ling looked at Su Jixiang with some confusion.

"Xie jian! Xie as in big Xie, jian as in traitor!" Su Jixiang changed his words.

"Oh, I see!" Wei Ling nodded. "That's right! Madam is smart!"

"Haha. Thank you so much!" Su Jixiang glanced at Wei Ling with a fake smile. This guy is so cunning and sly.

She didn't realize there was anything wrong with Wei Ling calling her Madam, and she didn't realize it at all.

"You're lying! You don't know my father! You can't say that about him!" Ye Shizhi said while struggling.

"I lied?" Su Jixiang clapped the book in his hand. "All the evidence of your father's crimes recorded in this book is well-founded. There are not only witnesses but also physical evidence! It's okay if one or two people slander your father, but so many people are slandering your father? What do you think of people?"

Ye Shizhi was stumped by Su Jixiang's question again.

"I still say the same thing. We can prove that your father has committed numerous crimes. Even if we kill him ten times, it would not be enough to cover the crimes he has committed!" Su Jixiang said coldly, "Can you prove that he is innocent? If you can't prove it, what reason do you have to think that your father died in vain? Do you think that if the person who attacked you at that time was someone else instead of Wei Ling, would you and your mother still be able to survive in the hands of those angry people? Young man, if you want to avenge your father, you have to see if this revenge is real! It is true that Wei Ling killed your father, but that was to eliminate harm for the people. I see that you are also a well-educated person. Do you think a sinner like your father deserves to live in this world?"

Ye Shizhi bit his lower lip again.

He stared at Su Jixiang with eyes almost bleeding.

He couldn't refute what Su Jixiang said. Yes, the booklet in Su Jixiang's hand could prove that his father was guilty of many crimes and deserved to die, but he had no way to prove that his father was innocent.

"I won't read it, you read it yourself!" Seeing that he looked like he was about to collapse, Su Jixiang knew that this young man still had a conscience.

Su Jixiang slowed down his voice, walked up to the young man, untied the ropes that bound him, and then stuffed the booklet into his hands.

"You are educated, so take a good look at it and think about it again," said Su Jixiang.

The young man collapsed on the ground, the book in his hands trembling slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Su Jixiang fiercely, then opened the book that recorded his father's crimes.

It is called a booklet, but it is actually a very thick one. It not only records the evidence of his father's crimes, but also contains the fingerprints of the witnesses and the complaint. Those fingerprints are densely packed, and each one represents the hatred of a person whose family was destroyed by his father.

Tears fell unconsciously, plopped onto the booklet and broke into pieces, gradually wetting the booklet.

"Hey. Be careful. Don't blur the words."

Su Jixiang's voice came from above his head. Ye Shizhi raised his eyes and was about to retort angrily when a small cup was stuffed into his hand.

The cup contains a burnt liquid with a strong aroma of milk and the fragrance of tea.

Ye Shizhi was stunned.

"You've been cursing for so long, your mouth must be dry!" Su Jixiang raised an eyebrow at him, "Drink something, I poisoned it! Don't drink if you're afraid of death!"

Ye Shizhi was originally going to throw the cup back to Su Jixiang, but after hearing what she said, he immediately put the cup to his mouth.

Su Jixiang had an expression that said, "I knew it." A young man's rebelliousness doesn't care about the dynasty...

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sweet milk tea flowed into his mouth. It was not very sweet, but fragrant and palatable, and a little bit hot. It made almost every pore of his body relax. It seemed that the fatigue in his body and the sadness in his heart were diluted a lot by the milk tea slowly flowing into his mouth.

"It tastes good, right?" Su Jixiang smiled at Ye Shizhi. Seeing that his face was bruised and his hair was scattered on his cheeks, she couldn't help but raise her hand to push the strands of hair away from his eyes. "In fact, Wei Ling is not your enemy. Instead, he is your family's benefactor."

The boy's eyes were red, and he looked at Su Jixiang with resentment and confusion.

"If your father's crimes were presented to the capital, what do you think the deposed emperor would do to quell public resentment? He would sentence your entire family to death! I have seen too many examples like this in the capital." Su Jixiang said with a sigh.