The Beili Emperor stared at Sang Zhi, his gaze then falling upon Xiang Minghou. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low, heavy voice, "Hear my decree! Xiang Minghou has trespassed in the Imperial Palace, a heinous crime. He is sentenced to one hundred strikes with the military club, stripped of his rank as General, and banished from the Capital City."
"A hundred strikes with the military club will kill him, Your Majesty!" Zhan Yi cried out in shock, dropping to his knees. "I beg you to show mercy."
What was the difference between one hundred strikes and simply being killed?
Xiang Minghou gathered his Inner Strength, but Dean Chen held him down firmly.
"Xiang Minghou, think about it. Would the little girl want to see you die a horrible death?" Dean Chen stared at him, his expression grave and his voice barely a whisper.
A mist formed in Xiang Minghou's eyes. "She's already gone. If I can't avenge her, how can I call myself a father?"
