Zhao Qing trembled as he nodded: "It was burned by Shangguan Qian—I swear, I'm not lying!"
Li Yuanli: "You found this book in a cave outside Liangzhou?"
Zhao Qing: "Yes..."
Li Yuanli clicked his tongue and leisurely rose to his feet. After days of interrogation, he had finally confirmed that Zhao Qing was nothing but an empty-headed fool.
He always lacked a bit of luck, never as fortunate as Li Yuanjing.
Without further questions, Li Yuanli stretched lazily in the cool night breeze, his crimson robe flaring like blood in the wind. His guards acted swiftly, tossing the nearly crippled Zhao Qing into the roaring bonfire.
The wind carried Zhao Qing's terrified whimpers and pleas, which soon faded into silence.
Clutching a white jade fan, Li Yuanli paused to gaze north toward the Great Qing Kingdom. His pet white fox yipped twice and curled up at his feet.
