Chapter Eleven: Teaching

“Deputy Minister Shen is the Deputy Minister of the Court of Justice; you must not be disrespectful!” Deputy Minister Bai reprimanded.

The Court of Justice was without a chief minister, and Shen Runzhi was the one in charge there. Because of the emperor’s great trust in him, his power had expanded without limit, and no one in the court or the capital dared to provoke him.

The Crown Prince, too, disliked Shen Runzhi deeply because of the emperor’s favor.

“The Court of Justice?” Bai Shuixīn felt a sudden chill. “How could he be from the Court of Justice? That’s impossible... Father, are you mistaken?”

The Deputy Minister of the Court of Justice was known for ruthless methods. How could this cold, composed man before them be that very official?

Song Qingcheng glanced around, puzzled by their fear. It was just that the Court of Justice post was a bit higher than theirs—no need to act as if facing death.

In her previous life, Song Qingcheng had known very little about Shen Runzhi’s activities in the Court of Justice. It seemed some barrier prevented her from receiving information.

Just as Deputy Minister Bai was about to elaborate, his peripheral vision caught Shen Runzhi’s warning glance. Snapping back to attention, he quickly glanced at Song Qingcheng, composed his words, and shot his son a sharp look. “Disobedient son, silence!”

Then he respectfully bowed and said, “Deputy Minister Shen, this matter was caused by my son. Leave the handling entirely to you. I have no objections.”

Deputy Minister Bai abandoned his own son—after all, he was a troublemaker, a burden. Letting go was easier.

“Father! I am your son, your own flesh and blood!” Bai Shuixīn roared, veins bulging on his neck, struggling to cling to his father, but his subordinates held him down firmly.

Without his father’s identity, Bai Shuixīn was nothing; his men no longer obeyed him, and holding him down was the only order they followed.

Bai Shuixīn’s father wanted no association with him and directed the subordinates to haul him up. “Take this person who offended Deputy Minister Shen away. I have no such son.”

Bai Shuixīn was tightly bound with ropes, wrapped like a package, his mouth gagged.

Beimeng was already stunned, standing nearby, unsure how to react. Seeing the approaching subordinates, she waved angrily, “Get lost! Stay away! I am the daughter of the city lord. How dare you lay a hand on me? Believe it or not, my father will make sure you all pay dearly!”

Deputy Minister Bai hesitated. “Deputy Minister Shen, this...”

Leaning lazily against the carriage, Shen Runzhi turned his gaze to Song Qingcheng. “The North City Lord is a formidable figure. But Yao Yao, have you heard that the North City Lord has a daughter named Beimeng?”

Song Qingcheng smiled wickedly at Beimeng. “No, I haven’t. I just sent a message to the city lord, and he said he doesn’t know you. He only has one daughter named Beixin.”

Beixin was Beimeng’s younger sister, who often coveted her position.

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