Yusui Chang'an

Chapter 1351 Tears
When An Zhixian heard Han Qi calling him, a moment of trance flashed across his cold eyes:
"It's been a while since anyone called me by this name... Now that you recognized me, you should know that your fate is not unjust. I will send your head to Zhangzhou so that Han Yaohui can see it with his own eyes. Don't worry, he will come to accompany you in a while."

Han Qi collapsed to the ground upon hearing this, then struggled to get up, kowtowed repeatedly, confessed his guilt and begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face and his head aching.

Seeing that An Zhixian was unmoved, he knew he could not escape, so he crawled to the prison door with difficulty, took all the blame on himself, and begged An Zhixian to spare his wife and children on the grounds that the disaster would not affect them.

An Zhixian told all the things that the Han family had done in the past, and looked down at the embarrassed Han Qi:
"The disaster did not affect my wife and children, but the premise is that the benefit did not affect my wife and children. Your whole family has enjoyed many years of wealth and glory by stepping on the corpse of my father. No one in your Han family is innocent!"

Han Qi knew he could no longer get away with it after hearing this, so he banged his head on the ground, wept and begged for a long time, but An Zhixian still didn't give in. He raised his head with a red face, and begged with hope:
"My young prince, if you want revenge, please... spare my two children. They are still ignorant and don't know the evil things I have done. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. No matter how you deal with me, my young prince, I have no complaints. I only ask you to spare my children..."

An Zhixian:
"So, your children are what you value most. You will be lonely on the road to the underworld, so let them go first to accompany you, Ling Yi."

Ling Yi glared at Han Qi fiercely, and immediately turned around and walked towards the depths of the dungeon after hearing his words.

Han Qi roared and begged anxiously. He could vaguely hear Ling Yi's scolding and his eldest son's cry for help. Han Qi tried desperately to break free from the ropes to save his son. His face turned red and his eyes were bloodshot.

After the crying stopped for a while, Ling Yi returned with a baby in one hand:
"After doing so many evil things, you still have two such smart children. But you forgot that evil will be punished, and they will all be implicated by you."

Han Qi's forehead was bleeding, and his voice was hoarse. He struggled to raise his tear-stained face and looked at his little son in Ling Yi's arms:
"No matter how many mistakes I made, they are all my fault. My child is still in his infancy. I beg you to have mercy on me, my lord, and spare his life!! Please have mercy!"

Han Qi kowtowed louder and louder, but An Zhixian was still feeling cold:

“You knew my father’s character very well, but because of your wealth and glory, you joined forces with the enemy to kill him, and even accused him of treason, causing him to be cursed after his death and bear the infamy for the rest of his life.

You and your son killed my parents and buried tens of thousands of loyal soldiers of the Lingyun Army! How can I forgive you?"

Hearing the words, Han Qi no longer cared about anything else:
"Princess Ling is not dead! As long as the young prince spares the lives of my family, I will reunite the prince and his son! And Prince Ling, I am willing to write a confession to help Prince Ling clear his name!"

An Zhixian's eyes were even colder;
"really?"

Han Qi was afraid that An Zhixian would not believe him, so he recounted in detail how he had taken Princess Ling out of Zhangzhou. After a lot of persuasion, he finally got An Zhixian to nod. He cut the rope, gave him a piece of white cloth, and asked him to write a confession.

After he finished writing, An Zhixian took a closer look and handed the confession to Ling Shi to put away:
"This confession can save your Han family's life. Choose it."

Han Qi's hopeful eyes lit up for a moment, and then he struggled painfully for a while before speaking with difficulty:
"Please, sir, send my son to the Prince of Qin's palace."