The son does all kinds of evil?I sentenced him to be executed all over the house!

Chapter 58
In the lobby of the Jingzhao government office.

Song Yang, Wu Yixin, and Lin Ye couldn't hold back their inner curiosity, and opened the file in front of them at the same time.

Their faces also instantly darkened, as if they were made of cast iron.

The fists of several people were clenched tightly, and their fingers were white.

In addition to being full of anger, it is more sad.

Yang Bai thought desperately, forcing out a smile.

"Lord Xiao, these are the dossiers about Prince Gong's son."

"These cases are only from the yamen of Jingzhao Mansion. Besides, there are many left in the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple, and the Clan Mansion."

"He let go of these mistakes, and he didn't even bother to cover them up. There are many flaws and a lot of evidence."

"But we can't do anything."

"We can't catch him, and we don't dare to catch him."

Song Yang raised his head, wanting to say something.

But after all, he just moved his lips slightly, but couldn't say anything.

Wu Yixin and Lin Ye clenched their fists, looked at each other a few times, and finally, like a balloon that had been emptied, they limp and carried them to the chair.

They are Confucian scholars, although they attach great importance to the character of literati.

But Ji Wuye's identity is illegal and he has a special status.

They can't do anything, which makes them hate themselves even more for being weak and helpless.

Xiao Yi walked around in a circle, his expression indifferent.

"This person, I will catch, I will manage, and I will kill."

"The clan's mansion, don't even try to keep him, as I said."

Xiao Yi's tone was very flat, but what he said was deafening.

This is to say the most shocking words in the most flat tone.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at him in disbelief.

"Master Xiao!"

"This is absolutely impossible, my lord, that is the son of the world, Ji Wuye!"

Wu Yixin still has forestry, the two Confucian scholars exclaimed.

Song Yang was even more stunned, and his mind didn't come back for a long time.

Yang Bai smiled wryly, cupped his hands, and saluted.

"Lord Xiao, I know that you are a good official who is not afraid of power, but you really shouldn't care about this matter."

After a short pause, he let out a mouthful of foul air and said again.

"And with your current strength, you can't control it. In the end, you can only take a life in vain."

Wu Yixin was silent for a while, staring at Yang Bai, then at Xiao Yi.

Although he admired the other party's talent, he also knew that Master Xiao was really strong.

But he is even more aware that this level of strength is just a drizzle for the entire clan mansion.

"Lord Xiao, even if you stay out of this matter, no one will blame you."

He continued to persuade.

"That Ji Wuye has extraordinary talent, and is expected to break through to the second rank, and be protected by the first-level holy gate."

"In addition to these, he is also the person with the best qualifications in the entire large royal family and clan."

"In the eyes of those immortal sects and clans, he is a key protection object."

"The cultivation resources that the holy land threw at him in the first place can be compared to the sum of Wei's annual tribute."

"As for the top-notch exercises, the aura of cultivation is even a drop in the bucket for him."

Xiao Yi looked up at Wu Yixin.

"so what?"

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone present was stunned.

"Master Xiao!"

Lin Ye took a step forward, hoping to dissuade him.

"You are such an outspoken loyal minister, you shouldn't be in the hands of the clan, and you can't die in the hands of these immortals!"

"You are so talented, and now you are both a Confucianist and a martial artist. You just need to endure for a few years and improve your cultivation. Sooner or later, you will be able to really deal with him one day."

Wu Yixin glanced at Linye.

He knows his colleague, and this is also a tactic to delay the attack.

No matter how good Xiao Yi's potential was, Ji Wuye would be blessed with the resources of the Immortal Sect and the clan behind him.

But Wu Yixin also knew in her heart that this was also for Xiao Yi's good.

Yang Bai swallowed his saliva, but finally he could only let out a long sigh.

"Lord Xiao, a good official like you shouldn't lose your life for those ordinary people."

"You have such a great talent, you should use it in more important places."

His expression was sacred and solemn, and he bowed his hands in salute.

"Although I, Yang Bo, am afraid of death, I still stay with them. I admire you."

"But this world has always been like this."

"The law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest."

"Those ordinary people can only suffer and suffer. No matter how wronged they are, they can only hide in bed and cry secretly. This has been the case since ancient times."

When Yang Bai said this, a look of sadness appeared on his pale face.

Wu Yixin also closed her eyes tightly, sighing helplessly.

Beside him, Lin Ye also lowered his head and remained silent.

Xiao Yi looked around.

Everyone present was silent.

It's as if the edges and corners have been worn away by life.

His heart was full of helplessness.

The current Great Qin Dynasty seems to be.

These people, too.

Just like the country in my previous life, ordinary people in that special period.

Like a walking dead, with wine bags and rice bags, strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

It's as if only the body is alive, but the soul doesn't know where to go.

"It has been like this since ancient times, is this correct?"

he asked calmly.

The tone is very cold, and the words are very common.

It was like a thunderstorm.

Wu Yixin raised her head and looked at him, but couldn't say a word.

Lin Yesheng stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but in the end he could only wave it weakly.

And Song Yang's fist clenched even tighter.

Only Yang Bai looked at Xiao Yi and asked.

"But otherwise, Master Xiao, what can we do?"

"Even if you go to capture Prince Gong's eldest son now, the end result will be that you lost your life in vain."

"At most, a few people were frightened once, and they still went their own way after a while."

Xiao Yi's expression did not change, he was still so calm.

Only a faint smile hangs on the corner of his mouth, which looks even more unpredictable and makes people shudder.

He looked outside the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion with far-reaching eyes.

It seems that through the endless void, I saw two future great men.

"There was once a debate between two great sages."

"One of them said that if it was in an iron house, there would be no windows and they couldn't be pried open."

"There are a lot of people sleeping soundly inside, and they will be suffocated to death soon."

"However, they entered death from a slumber, and they didn't actually feel the terror of dying."

"If you start yelling now, you'll wake up some of the lighter sleepers."

"Let these unfortunates bear the irreparable pain of dying, do you think you are worthy of them?"

"And another sage replied, since a few people can get up, you can't say that there is absolutely no hope of destroying that iron house."

Xiao Yi withdrew his gaze, and looked around again, looking at these already numb yamen servants, fellow prefects, judges, and Confucian scholars.

"Even if I die, being able to wake up more people is the greatest effect."

"As the great man said."

"Hopefully, this kind of thing is already dispensable."

"It's like being on the road in the world."

"There are no roads in the world. If there are many people walking, it will become a road."

Xiao Yi raised his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let me now be the one who opened the way."

Wu Yixin collapsed on the ground, looking at the man's back, feeling a little lost.

That figure is so tall!

(End of this chapter)