My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

This point is indisputable; on this point alone,

Qin Gaozhi simply cannot escape the death penalty.

Qin Beifeng didn't want to do it himself. Facing Qin Gaozhi, his adopted son, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it, so he waved his hand, signaling his men to take Qin Gaozhi away.

Two soldiers dressed in pitch-black armor stepped forward, seized Qin Gaozhi, and dragged him away.

When Qin Gaozhi was captured by the soldiers beside Qin Beifeng, his expression grew even more frantic.

He struggled weakly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He cried out loudly, begging for mercy as he spoke.

"Father, father, it really wasn't me, it truly wasn't me."

"It was that bastard Li Dabai!

"It was definitely him!!"

But at this point, there were few who were still willing to listen to what Qin Gaozhi had to say.

Soon, the figure of Qin Gaozhi was dragged out.

After a moment, a "crack" sound was heard as if something had fallen to the ground, and the once loud cries of Qin Gaozhi abruptly ceased and fell silent.

In that instant, Qin Beifeng's body imperceptibly shuddered a few times.

His eyes were filled with sorrow.

Even though Qin Gaozhi was an adopted son, for so many years, he had treated him no different from his own flesh and blood.

Originally, in the future, Qin Gaozhi would have inherited his position.

But who could have imagined

Qin Gaozhi would actually dare to attempt to assassinate the Princely Heir.

If the Princely Heir's injuries were not severe, it might have been another matter.

But the Princely Heir looked...

Almost no different from being dead.

If it hadn't been for his unwavering loyalty to the Duke, he probably wouldn't have been let off so easily.

Sighing deeply, Qin Beifeng walked toward the distant grand hall, almost in a daze.

The Duke had left this matter for him to handle, which in itself, was the greatest respect shown to him.

If he didn't execute Qin Gaozhi, he would be unable to answer to Duke Zhen, Cheng Shiyuan, nor the Princely Heir whose fate was currently unknown.

Today was supposed to be Yanqiu's wedding day, a day that should have been joyful.

But because of Qin Gaozhi's incident, the joy was shattered in an instant, changing the original mood.

Given the Princely Heir's condition, he probably couldn't even consummate the marriage.

Currently, Qin Yanqiu was still unaware of the situation.

If she found out that Qin Gaozhi had attacked the Princely Heir today, leaving him seriously injured, and that Qin Gaozhi had also been executed by Qin Beifeng, it was uncertain how she would react.

Thinking of this, Qin Beifeng sighed again, his sturdy face showing a trace of weariness.

After Qin Beifeng left, Li Baxun glanced in the direction where Qin Gaozhi had been dragged away, then looked at Li Dabai beside him, who seemed somewhat pleased.

He helplessly patted Li Dabai on the head.

"You, you, we'll have a good talk about this after you get back."

"And remember, just because you're off the hook now doesn't mean you're safe. If it's discovered that the Princely Heir's injuries have anything to do with you, your head could very well fall too."

Upon hearing Li Baxun's words, Li Dabai's chubby face trembled, his brief moment of schadenfreude at Qin Gaozhi's sudden demise, leaving him somewhat unable to smile anymore.

He replied with a forced laugh:

"Lord, that shouldn't be right; I didn't lay a hand on the Princely Heir."

Li Baxun, stroking his goatee, glanced at Li Dabai, "Of course I know you didn't lay a hand on him. If we had found your scent on the Princely Heir just now, your fate wouldn't be much better than Qin Gaozhi's."

"You brat, get out of here this instant."

Li Baxun waved his sleeve and then quickly headed toward the grand hall.

He needed to see the Duke and soothe his emotions.

Meanwhile,

he needed to check on the current state of the Princely Heir.

Given the Princely Heir's condition, he's likely not going to die, but it's also not certain if he could live.

In any case...

It was very strange!

There was a life force in the Princely Heir's body, but it was unlike that of ordinary people.

His breathing was almost gone.

His heart, though still beating,

was scarcely different from being dead.

His pulse had all but vanished.

It was very strange!

At this moment, Li Baxun also couldn't determine what the Princely Heir would become in the future.

If the Princely Heir ended up completely broken, it would mean the end of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

And along with that, the entire Northern Expedition Army, and possibly even the Great Zhou Dynasty, might be facing a change in reign.

Li Baxun realized the gravity of the situation.

Regarding the recently deceased Qin Gaozhi, he couldn't help but feel a touch of helplessness in his heart.

Why are today's youth so audacious?

To lay a hand on the Princely Heir?

If it had been anyone else, it's likely that even ten entire clans would have been flattened by the Northern Expedition Army.

After the shadows of Qin Gaozhi and Li Baxun had faded, the remaining soldiers also realized the implications of the Princely Heir's accident on the Northern Expedition Army.

Most of them appeared deeply troubled.

With their status and position, they weren't able to meet the Duke directly or check on Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, to see his current state.

For now, they had no other choice.

They could only quietly await further news.

"Let's hope the Princely Heir is alright."

"Sigh, tell me, who would dare to assassinate the Princely Heir? Is Qin Gaozhi out of his mind?"

"Perhaps Qin Gaozhi, relying on his father being General Qin, became arrogant, but no matter how arrogant one is, one should never turn those ambitions toward the Princely Heir."

"He really deserved to die. If anything happens to the Princely Heir, even if General Qin were to punish me, I would kill him again."

The low murmur of conversation among the soldiers grew quiet as they slowly departed.