Chapter 50 It’s Really You (Part )

Looking at Hu Jinghui laughing crazily, Zhao Ji felt a little sympathetic. Under Di Renjie's fishing law enforcement, few people could escape.

Anyone who is Hu Jinghui would probably feel desperate when faced with such an elaborately designed trap.

"Sir, you are the person I admire the most. I, Hu Jinghui, am convinced that I have fallen into your hands."

Hu Jinghui has understood everything. He has no regrets and is ready to accept death calmly.

Upon hearing this, Di Renjie turned around and walked to the oil lamp in the corner of the room. He picked up the hairpin and adjusted the wick. The dim flame flickered and swayed.

"Jinghui, how do you want me to deal with you?"

Hu Jinghui said: "Sir, what I want to tell you is that Jinghui knows the whole story, but I have reasons why I cannot tell you. So, I advise you to kill me as soon as possible."

Di Renjie picked up the Youlan sword that had fallen on the ground, slowly walked back to Hu Jinghui, and put the sword against his neck.

When Zhao Ji and Li Yuanfang saw this scene, they both opened their mouths.

Hu Jinghui closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Then Di Renjie swung the sword with one hand, the sword light flashed, but only cut off a strand of Hu Jinghui's hair.

Hu Jinghui suddenly opened his eyes.

"If I kill you now, it would be unjust and unreasonable. But if I escort you back to the capital, the emperor will definitely cut you into pieces and torture you. You aided and abetted the tyrant and killed innocent people. Although you deserve to be killed, your actions are pitiable and your feelings are excusable. You... go."

Di Renjie picked up the scabbard of the Youlan Sword and put the sword back into the sheath.

Hu Jinghui couldn't believe his ears: "My Lord, what did you say?"

Zhao Ji pretended to stop him and said, "Sir, I'm afraid this won't work. How can we explain this to His Majesty?"

"Yes, sir, please think twice." Li Yuanfang also clasped his fists.

Di Renjie ignored their reactions and said to Hu Jinghui: "I will let you go, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"What's the matter?" Hu Jinghui has not yet recovered from his shock.

Di Renjie said with a serious expression: "After you leave, you must not help the criminals to stir up trouble, and you must not kill innocent people and harm the people."

Hu Jinghui nodded quickly: "I agree."

Di Renjie's expression remained serious: "Just for these three words, I'll let you go. I know you're a man of blood, and I hope you can keep your promise."

Hu Jinghui still found it a little unbelievable: "Sir, are you really going to let me go?"

Di Renjie returned the Youlan Sword to Hu Jinghui.

"We worked together, and I have nothing to give you. I just want to tell you one thing: there are more worthwhile things in the world than revenge."

"You go!"

Hu Jinghui took the Youlan sword and knelt down in front of Di Renjie, prostrating himself.

"My Lord... take care of yourself."

After a salute, Hu Jinghui stood up and staggered out the door.

Li Yuanfang watched Hu Jinghui leave and asked, "Sir, are you really going to let him go like this?"

Di Renjie sat down and asked Li Yuanfang, "Will it be useful if I kill him now? You must learn to respect your opponent."

Hearing Di Renjie's words, Zhao Ji was very disapproving.

Di Pangpang relies on himself as the protagonist and quarrels with the villain every day. If you were a villain, you would give the other party a chance to turn the tables by making such a long speech.

Zhao Ji's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said, "Sir, I'll go and see General Hu off. He is seriously injured and in that state. I'm afraid he won't be able to leave the Governor's Mansion."

Di Renjie slapped his head and said, "I forgot about this. Yuanfang, you go and see Jinghui off." "Sir, I'll go. General Hu is my superior after all, and I have known him much longer than you. I won't do anything to him." Zhao Ji insisted.

Seeing that Zhao Ji insisted on going, Di Renjie reluctantly agreed and said, "Okay, go ahead."

Zhao Ji clasped his fists and walked out.

Li Yuanfang waited until Zhao had gone far away, then asked Di Renjie, "Sir, are you worried that Cheng Yuan will harm General Hu?"

Di Renjie nodded: "Chengyuan is a Qianniu Guard after all. He has long suspected Hu Jinghui's identity. I even considered dealing with Hu Jinghui without telling him."

Li Yuanfang shook his head and said, "Chengyuan is very intelligent. It is impossible to hide the fact that Hu Jinghui is in trouble from him."

"Yes, fortunately Chengyuan is not as ruthless as I thought." Di Renjie said with emotion.

"But how are we going to explain this to His Majesty?" Li Yuanfang frowned.

"Don't worry, I will take full responsibility and nothing will happen." Di Renjie said with a smile.

When it comes to understanding the empress's mind and the exchange and compromise of interests in the court, Di Renjie is still very confident.
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Outside the lobby, Di Renjie had already withdrawn the nearby guards. Hu Jinghui took three steps at a time, trying to find an empty place to climb over the wall and escape.

Zhao Ji took out a black cloak from somewhere and said, "General Hu, wait a moment."

Hu Jinghui heard Zhao Ji's voice and turned around: "Chengyuan?"

"General Hu, I'll give you a ride."

Zhao Ji threw away the longicorn hat on Hu Jinghui's head and put a cloak on him to cover the bloodstains and strange clothes on his body.

Hu Jinghui staggered out of the Governor's Mansion through the back door under the protection of Zhao Ji and came to the street.

Hu Jinghui covered the wound on his shoulder and said as he walked: "Chengyuan, I didn't expect you to come out to see me off. I thought you were here to hunt me down."

"General, you are too kind. You have taken good care of me in the Qianniu Guard. Since the Lord has decided to release you, why should I make things difficult for you?"

"Well, having said that, how are you going to explain my affairs to His Majesty?" Hu Jinghui asked with a sigh.

"I will listen to my master on this matter. I will say whatever he tells me to do." Zhao Ji said.

Hu Jinghui nodded: "In this case, Di Gong will most likely be fine, but you will not be trusted by His Majesty."

Zhao Ji smiled when he heard this: "I am not an inner guard, why do I need your Majesty's trust? When has your Majesty ever trusted anyone?"

"Which of these cruel officials, Hou Sizhi, Lai Junchen, and Suo Yuanli, was not loyal and devoted, and which of them did not make "great contributions" to Your Majesty? But which of them had a good ending?"

Hu Jinghui stopped when he heard Zhao Ji's rebellious remarks: "Chengyuan, what you said is very dangerous. This is not something you would say."

"I'm just telling the truth. Can the general report me to His Majesty?" Zhao Ji smiled indifferently.

Hu Jinghui showed a mysterious smile on his face and looked straight at Zhao Ji: "Chengyuan, you are not an ordinary person. I remember that year when Wu Zetian reviewed the troops in Nanyuan, in addition to promoting me to the rank of Lieutenant General of the Qianniu Guard, she also selected a group of elite soldiers to join the Qianniu Guard. You also joined the Qianniu Guard at that time, right?"

"That's right. Your Majesty loves to promote talents regardless of their background, and I am honored to have done so." Zhao Ji cupped his hands, seeming quite grateful.

"Hehe, you seem to be nothing special in Qianniu Guard except for your mediocre looks. But after seeing your martial arts and agility, Chengyuan, it's really a waste of your talents to be a small attendant." Hu Jinghui said.

"General Hu, you are too kind. No matter how capable I am, I am only in my early twenties this year. I have been promoted by Lord Di and Your Majesty to be your attendant." Zhao Ji told the truth.

"I think you seem to be hiding your strength and biding your time." Hu Jinghui looked at Zhao Ji with interest.

"Your Majesty, the Qianniu Guards should have been more cautious. Besides, cruel officials were rampant in the past few years, and the palace people called the officials "ghosts". If they didn't keep a low profile, they might have been imprisoned and executed. Many of my colleagues in the Qianniu Guards were falsely accused of treason and died," Zhao Ji sighed.

Hu Jinghui did not comment, and smiled mysteriously again: "I believe what others say, but Chengyuan is different..."

"A lot of the moves you used tonight were very similar to those of a friend of mine."

(End of this chapter)