Zhao Guotai took a few steps forward and saw the stack of books on the desk, feeling utterly unsettled. "How did you find this?"
"Was it hard to find?" Sang Qingxiao replied, flipping through the pages of the books. She had long heard that Zhao Manor must have some means of survival to have lasted until now. The emperor's favor may sound glorious, but the emperor was also suspicious; serving a ruler was like walking with a tiger.
It seemed that this table full of books was indeed Zhao Family's means of survival. Tsk, tsk, even the secrets of several emperors were recorded by the Zhao Family. How many spies did the Zhao Family have in the Great Jing Dynasty?
Zhao Guotai's body trembled uncontrollably. These books contained the efforts of several generations of the Zhao Family, documenting secrets from minor officials and wealthy merchants to several emperors and even high-ranking officials from other countries.
These things could not be allowed to see the light of day, even if it meant burning them all! Therefore, the person before him had to die! But how could he kill her?
Zhao Guotai put on an even more fearful expression, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't know who this young lady was or for whom she was working. Since she had been waiting here for him and hadn’t directly revealed Zhao Family's means of survival, it indicated that there was still room for negotiation. If she had any demands, he would comply.
"My surname is Sang," Sang Qingxiao introduced herself.
Zhao Guotai connected her strange methods and guessed, "Are you Miss Sang from The Food Haven?"
Sang Qingxiao smiled and said, "The 'Sang' in my name also comes from the former Prince Jing's Residence."
Upon hearing this response, Zhao Guotai's first reaction was shock—she was a remnant of the Sang Family! His next thought was dread: this was bad! His life was in danger!
The way she so boldly revealed her identity meant she had no intention of leaving any survivors. Zhao Guotai's mind raced, but he sadly realized that there seemed to be no escape.
Should he fight back or surrender? Or perhaps offer a hefty reward?
He cautiously probed, "Miss Sang, are you here for revenge on behalf of the Sang Family?"
"Sort of," she replied.
"Miss Sang, regarding the matters of the Sang Family, we at Zhao Family have only exchanged a few words and offered some minor assistance. Even if we did nothing at all, the outcome for the Sang Family was already sealed."
"The Chongjing Emperor was a madman. When he revealed his intentions to deal with the Sang Family to my father, my father tried to advise him against it. Of course, his advice wasn’t out of concern for the Sang Family; Great Jing Dynasty still needed Prince Jing's Residence to guard the borders. If something happened to the Sang Family, chaos would surely ensue at the borders."
The Chongjing Emperor refused to listen and even accused my father of colluding with the Sang Family. He casually listed a few charges and was ready to imprison my father on the spot. My father, having no other method, had no choice but to submit a memorial to advise against the Sang Family's crimes.
Yes, I am aware of all this.
Miss Sang, since you know all this, do you still intend to kill my Zhao Family?
Should the Zhao Family be exterminated?
Miss Sang, we of the Zhao Family have served the court loyally over the years and have been true to the common people. While we may have wronged the Sang Family, it was done out of necessity.
If Miss Sang truly wishes to take revenge for the Sang Family, then taking my life would suffice. I hope you can show mercy and leave a few bloodlines for the Zhao Family.
Sang Qingxiao's gaze lingered on the book, as if savoring each revelation like a juicy fruit. Gradually, she became somewhat distracted and barely acknowledged Zhao Guotai's words with a noncommittal hum.
Zhao Guotai felt restless. After some thought, he added more weight to his argument. Miss Sang, do you wish to overturn the verdict against the Sang Family?
Sang Qingxiao raised an eyebrow slightly. The crimes of the Sang Family amount to over a dozen serious charges, each one bloody and severe. It is easy to speak of overturning a verdict, but much harder to accomplish. Zhao Daren, do you have something in mind with such a question?
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