And that was the reason for today's warning.
Never before had the peddler so desperately hoped that today's savage beating, including Zhao Jing's kick, was merely a warning.
But he knew it wouldn't be.
This new Scholar carried himself with an air of nonchalance, but his eyes were dark and heavy. His very footsteps felt more oppressive than the raging storm outside.
There was no way today's matter would end well.
As expected, he then heard Zhao Jing say, "I will not investigate whether you came to the Zhao Village on purpose. But deliberately destroying His Majesty's memorial tablet is an act of great disrespect. The punishment, by law, is beheading!"
It was as if all the strength had been drained from the peddler's body. He collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud, unable to muster even a shred of energy for a long time.
"Spare... spare my life! As long as you spare me, I'll do anything you ask... I promise..."
