Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Therefore, the Lin family being wiped out was only a matter of time!"

"I was merely going along with Father's wishes and giving him a push ahead of time!"

Xia Jie roared hysterically.

The ancestral hall was completely silent.

Lin Mo listened quietly, the temperature in his eyes gradually dropping to freezing point.

This is the royal logic.

This kind of bullshit logic is like putting away a good bow when the birds are all gone, or cooking a hunting dog when the cunning rabbit is dead.

That's enough.

Lin Mo suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it struck Xia Jie's heart like a heavy hammer.

Xia Jie immediately shut his mouth and shrank back.

Lin Mo walked to the offering table, picked up an incense stick, and gently rubbed it between his fingertips.

A small, scarlet flame ignited at the tip of the incense stick.

He carefully placed the incense stick into the incense burner, then turned and stared at Xia Jie.

"So, according to you, all loyal ministers in the world will ultimately meet a terrible end?"

Xia Jie opened his mouth, but didn't dare to make a sound.

Lin Mo continued to press him for answers, the pressure growing stronger.

"Just because they can win battles? Just because they have a large army?"

"Just because they only know how to sacrifice their lives for the Great Xia, and only know how to shield the people on the border from harm?"

"Just because they don't flatter you like those treacherous officials in the court, who spend their days finding ways to fawn over you, who aren't tactful, and who don't offer gifts and kowtow to the royal family?"

Lin Mo suddenly kicked over the armchair next to him.

Click!

The solid wood chair is broken into pieces.

"Is it wrong to be incorruptible?"

"So, the Great Xia dynasty was won through corruption?"

"Did you drive away the Northern Barbarian cavalry by kowtowing in the imperial court?"

"My nine older brothers are enduring hunger and cold on the frontier, their bodies covered in scars, while you're in the capital, embracing women and drinking lavishly!"

"When the Northern Barbarian army attacked, you hid in the palace, so scared that you wet your pants and begged the Lin family army to hold them off."

"Once the Northern Barbarians are driven away, you'll feel the Lin family's contributions are too great and there's no more to reward them with, so you'll just poison them all?"

"What kind of bullshit logic is this!"

Lin Mo grabbed Xia Jie by the collar and lifted him into the air.

"You parasites, sucking the blood of border soldiers and eating the flesh of the people, and then you turn around and criticize those who protect you with swords for not knowing the rules? Go to hell!"

"Your royal family enjoys the support of the people of the world, yet you treat those who risk their lives for you like chamber pots, taking them out when you need them and kicking them aside when you're done."

"Don't you understand the ways of a minister?"

Lin Mo let out a cold laugh.

"Today I'll teach you what the way of a subject truly means!"

"When a king is a blind and incompetent ruler, his subjects should slap him awake!"

"If slapping doesn't wake them up, then just smash this damn world to pieces!"

Lin Mo suddenly exerted force with his arm, grabbing Xia Jie by the back of the neck like a dead dog, and dragged him straight towards the offering table.

Xia Jie's legs went weak, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Even worse, the arrow fired from the heavy crossbow was still stuck in his buttocks, the arrowhead firmly embedded in his flesh.

As Lin Mo dragged it, the thick arrow shaft rubbed wildly against the bluestone slab, carving a straight bloody trail in the ground.

"Aaaaah! My butt! It's broken! It's broken!"

Xia Jie screamed in agony, his face covered in snot, tears, and blood.

Lin Mo ignored him completely, dragged him to the altar, and kicked him in the back of the knee.

Pfft!

Xia Jie knelt upright on the ground, facing the ten memorial tablets with gold characters on a black background.

"kowtow."

Lin Mo's voice was extremely cold.

Xia Jie twitched in pain, stiffening his neck and shrinking back.

"Okay, I'll kowtow, I'll kowtow!"

"But let's make this clear first, after I kowtow, you let me go..."

boom!

Lin Mo was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He grabbed Xia Jie's head with his big hand and slammed him to the ground.

A dull thud echoed from the blue brick floor.

Xia Jie's forehead was instantly pierced, and blood spurted out.

"This bow is to commemorate the loyal and heroic martyrs of the Lin family!"

boom!

Lin Mo grabbed his hair and slammed it down hard again.

"This bow is a tribute to my nine brothers who died on the frontier!"

boom!

It hit a third time.

"This bow is to commemorate my father's wrongful death!"

He kowtowed three times with all his might.

Xia Jie collapsed to the ground, his forehead a bloody mess, his eyes rolled back, and blood spitting from his mouth.

Lin Mo disgustedly shook the blood off his hands and kicked Xia Jie in the ribs.

Xia Jie rolled three meters away like a tattered sack before completely losing consciousness.

Lin Mo straightened his clothes.

thump.

He knelt down and solemnly kowtowed to the ten memorial tablets.

"Father, brothers."

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the memorial tablets.

"Mo'er will definitely keep her promise to you."

"Once Xia Jie is no longer useful, I will kill him immediately to appease your dead souls."

"As for the old emperor who ordered our exile, I heard from Yuji that he has already turned into a dried corpse."

Lin Mo pursed his lips.

"That old man got off easy, but it doesn't matter."

"Once we get to the capital, I'll have Ling'er bring several hundred kilograms of explosives and raze his imperial tomb to the ground! Then I'll give you a huge fireworks display to make it even more spectacular!"

Lin Mo paused when Ling'er was mentioned.

As his gaze swept over the memorial tablets of his nine older brothers, images of nine stunningly beautiful sisters-in-law with distinct personalities suddenly flashed through his mind.

Cool, gentle, charming, fiery.

Lin Mo coughed twice and touched his nose guiltily.

"Um... as for the nine sisters-in-law..."

Lin Mo quickly kowtowed again.

"Don't worry, brothers! I'm taking good care of our nine sisters-in-law. They're eating and sleeping well, so please don't worry about them over there!"

"As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders,' so I'm just doing my duty for you."

Mo spoke more and more fluently, and his expression became more self-righteous.

"As compensation."

"I'll find the best paper craftsman in the capital and have him make a dozen or so blonde, blue-eyed foreign horses for you to burn."

"They all need to be tall, beautiful, and have great figures to keep you company."

Yu Ji stood to the side, completely exasperated.

How exactly does this little furnace's brain work?

He stole his brothers' wives and now he's planning to burn paper effigies as compensation?

This brain circuit is absolutely amazing.

She looked down at Xia Jie in the corner; he was barely breathing and would really die if she dragged this out any longer.

Yu Ji took two steps forward and poked Lin Mo's back with her fair fingers.

"Um, should we hurry up?"

"That guy is about to die."

Lin Mo stood up, walked up to Xia Jie, and kicked his thigh.

no response.

So he squatted down again and swung his arm around.

Snapped!Snapped!

Two hard slaps landed on Xia Jie's face.

Xia Jie's lips twitched slightly.

still alive.

Lin Mo stood up and made way for Yu Ji.

"Let's begin."

Yu Ji nodded and strode over.

Ding-dong.

The golden bell on her ankle made a crisp sound.

She stood in front of Xia Jie, her hands quickly forming hand seals.

Om-!

A blinding purple light condensed in Yu Ji's palm.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a purple ribbon of spiritual energy.

Yu Ji brought her index and middle fingers together and precisely placed them on Xia Jie's bloodied and mangled brow.