The Sage of Time novel - Chapter 150
Chapter 150: The Young Man Has No Regrets In Killing Qianqiu, Prime Minister Qin Arrives In Three Steps (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The grass was completely wet from the drizzle, and the flowers were about to sway in the cold spring breeze.
The evening clouds were thick, and the spring rain that was as thin as an ox’s fur was a little cold. It swayed down from the sky and sprinkled on the mortal world.
Before the branches that passed through the wind willows could land, they were torn to pieces by the powerful and intertwined minds, causing the mist to explode.
Outside the Lake Gazing Building.
With the appearance of the plain-clothed old man, the atmosphere instantly fell into a little anxious.
As soon as the old man appeared, he suppressed the mental power of many civil officials. He was like an extremely sharp sword that cut through the diffuse mental power.
Many civil officials present were old and their cultivation levels were stuck at a bottleneck. There was no room for improvement. Only then would they choose to take sides and support Prime Minister Qin to fight for a title.
They naturally had some understanding of the old man in front of them who had thrown out the bamboo cane and shattered the shackles holding An Le.
They were also respectful and nervous about his identity.
Many officials were even more shocked. They did not expect such an old man to stand up for An Le at this moment.
The Temple Minister of the Dali Temple narrowed his eyes. As a third-grade official of the Imperial Court, he was already considered a high-ranking official. His status was not ordinary, so he naturally recognized the identity of the old man in front of him. He had also heard of this young man’s magnificent feat.
This was the peerless figure who dared to fight Emperor Yuan Meng with a broken bamboo sword!
Wait a minute, the broken bamboo sword…
The Temple Minister finally thought of something and his gaze landed on the two swords on An Le’s waist. One of them was a broken bamboo sword.
It turned out that An Le’s broken bamboo sword was the sword that this person had once used!
That bamboo sword was difficult to break even for someone as strong as Emperor Yuan Meng!
However, such a sword was handed over to this youth. The meaning was self-evident. It was an inheritance and trust.
In this way, it was reasonable for the old man to appear.
The Temple Minister knew very well that in order to master this bamboo sword, Green Mountain, one not only needed cultivation but also a certain quality.
The sword recognized the wielder through character. Some high-rank swords had their own spirituality. Sometimes, the sword chose the user more precisely.
“You’re Temple Minister Su Qingke, right? I remember you. Your teacher is Bao Mingjing. Elder Bao is an honest and fair official, but you didn’t inherit your teacher’s character at all.”
After Zhao Huangting shattered the shackles on An Le, he glanced at the Temple Minister and said calmly.
Temple Minister Su Qingke’s expression immediately froze. He slowly exhaled and cupped his fists. “Old Imperial Uncle, you’re being too serious. My character is naturally incomparable to Teacher’s.”
“However, I’m only doing things according to Great Zhao’s laws. An Le killed Qin Qianqiu and caused too much trouble. I naturally have to give everyone an explanation.” Su Qingke said seriously.
Zhao Huang’s eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and a sneer appeared on his wrinkled face. “Doing things according to Great Zhao’s laws?”
“Then why didn’t you stand up and say that you did things according to the law when Qin Qianqiu sent people to kill An Le time and time again?”
“If I remember correctly, that monk is a Demon Subduing Master. Because of his strong killing intent, he’s not allowed to enter Lin’an Prefecture, right? Did Qin Qianqiu break the laws of Great Zhao by bringing him in to kill An Le? Why don’t you give me an explanation?”
The old man’s words were aggressive, making Su Qingke’s expression turn ugly. For a moment, he was actually unable to refute.
The surrounding civil officials also frowned.
“You’re just bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Prime Minister Qin is behind Qin Qianqiu. If you can be tolerant, you’ll naturally be tolerant.
Therefore, you think that the power behind An Le is insufficient. It’s just the Lin Residence. In your eyes, a declining noble family like the Lin Residence is naturally inferior to currying favor with the current Prime Minister.”
“If An Le was killed today, would you, Su Qingke, come personally? Would Qin
Qianqiu suffer the punishment that Great Zhao’s laws state? No, Prime
Minister Qin’s identity is mighty. Qin Qianqiu would enter the Dali Temple’s Zhao Prison and even be provided with good food and drinks. When he stays for a few days and the Lin Residence’s anger is gone, you will release Qin Qianqiu and move on with life…”
The old man had his hands behind his back and his back was hunched. He shook his head and said calmly, “In the end, Great Zhao only has one Bao Mingjing…
“You, Su Qingke, are an embarrassment.”
“The laws of Great Zhao are just a protective umbrella for the dignitaries in an ecstatic environment.”
“Who can be fair? Who can give true fairness?”
“Five hundred years of prosperity has nurtured such a rotten environment.”
The old man’s words shook the spring breeze and rain, making Su Qingke’s
expression turn even uglier. However, he fell silent and didn’t say anything.
As the Temple Minister, he naturally knew the truth of what the old man said. There was no fairness in this world anymore. Under the prosperity of Lin’an, there was a stench and growing sores.
If Qin Qianqiu killed An Le this time, Su Qingke really wouldn’t appear, and there was no need for him to appear.
That was because Qin Qianqiu killing An Le was just a small matter. An Le had the Lin Residence behind him, but he was not from the Lin Residence after all. Perhaps the Lin Residence would be angry and Hua Jiebing from the Lin Residence would cause a scene, but it would only cause a commotion and would not affect him.
However, Qin Qianqiu’s death was naturally not a small matter. As the Prime Minister of the current dynasty and a leader of the officials, if Su Qingke did not do anything, he would definitely be angered.
Su Qingke sighed. “But Old Imperial Uncle, I have to do things according to the law now. An Le did commit murder and killed Young Master Qin..”
