My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

He hastened to wave his hands, saying, "Don\'t talk nonsense!"

"I am not!!"

Li Dabai, seizing the moral high ground, hands on hips, took a forceful step forward, his cheeks jiggling just in time to project an unusual aura of authority.

"Dare you say you hold no grudge against the Princely Heir!"

"I..." Qin Gaozhi was just about to say something.

But Li Dabai shouted again, "Do you or do you not!"

Qin Gaozhi felt a tingling on his scalp. He suddenly realized that, being in the wrong, he found it rather difficult to win an argument against this Li Dabai.

Immediately he hurriedly replied,

"I do hold some grudge against the Princely Heir, but I swear I did not strike him!"

Upon hearing this, Li Dabai merely snorted coldly and did not speak further.

Meanwhile, through the exchange between Qin Gaozhi and Li Dabai, everyone around had roughly grasped the origin of the conflict.

It was very likely Qin Gaozhi\'s doing.

But reconsidering,

How dare Qin Gaozhi peep at the Princely Heir\'s wedding chambers?

Believing that he could act as he pleased just because his father was Qin Beifeng??

A few soldiers\' faces betrayed a hint of bewilderment.

Qin Beifeng, who was eavesdropping, could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth, his handsome warrior\'s face flushed with mounting anger.

Without warning, he kicked Qin Gaozhi\'s backside.

"How dare you peek into the Princely Heir\'s wedding chamber??"

Qin Gaozhi was sent flying with a kick from Qin Beifeng, landing face-first into the dirt. The fall wasn\'t heavy, so he was able to scramble to his feet quickly, and, in a mix of rolling and crawling, clung to Qin Beifeng\'s leg.

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"Dad, I only peeked because I was worried about my sister, it was not intentional, and I didn\'t see anything, I wouldn\'t offend the Princely Heir."

"Dad, you must believe me, I would never lay a hand on the Princely Heir, where would I find the courage!"

Qin Gaozhi cried his heart out.

His voice even slightly hoarse.

Qin Beifeng, hearing Qin Gaozhi\'s sobs, was also inclined to believe that Qin Gaozhi was unlikely to commit such a deed.

However, the evidence at hand all pointed to the fact that it was Qin Gaozhi\'s doing.

He had the motive to strike.

If indeed Qin Gaozhi had struck, then not even requiring others to speak, Qin Beifeng himself would strike him dead with one palm.

He would clean his own house.

But if it was not Qin Gaozhi\'s doing,

The Duke of the State, Cheng Shiyuan, in his fury, would not spare Qin Gaozhi either.

Qin Beifeng suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"Your Grace..."

Qin Beifeng looked towards Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, lips moving slightly, voice rough, attempting to seek how the Duke intended to handle the matter.

But Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, paid no mind to Qin Beifeng beside him.

Whether it was Qin Gaozhi\'s doing or not, that Cheng Guang was wounded to such a degree, was no longer important.

As long as Cheng Guang bore Qin Gaozhi\'s trace, it meant that Qin Gaozhi indeed had made a move against him. Merely that fact ensured Qin Gaozhi couldn\'t escape death.

Gently lifting Cheng Guang with one hand, Qi cautiously flowed into Cheng Guang\'s body.

Bit by bit, his injuries were tended to.

Feeling the extent of Cheng Guang\'s injuries, Duke Zhen Guo\'s heart ached even more.

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, turned his gaze to Qin Beifeng, "Handle this yourself."

Having said that,

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, disappeared from the spot with Cheng Guang.

At the Cold Pavilion,

Only a patch of snow stained red with fresh blood remained.

After Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, had disappeared,

The air once again fell silent.

All the officers\' eyes turned to Qin Beifeng,

Keen to see how he would deal with Qin Gaozhi.

At that moment, as if realizing something, Qin Gaozhi\'s face turned pale, and he cried out in a pitiful voice,

"Dad, it really wasn\'t me, really not me. I only thought about striking the Princely Heir, but before I could make a move, he was already in that state."

"I didn\'t strike... I really didn\'t strike..."

Qin Beifeng felt only weariness in his heart, looking at Qin Gaozhi clinging to his leg, he sighed and delivered a kick.

This time with a bit more force.

Qin Gaozhi was sent flying with a kick, several ribs snapping, a torrent of fresh blood erupting from his mouth.

He collapsed onto the ground, completely dejected.

Qin Beifeng pointed at Qin Gaozhi.

Anger caused the tips of his fingers to tremble slightly.

"The Princely Heir bears your scent! You, really did not touch the Princely Heir!?"

"Even if I believe you don\'t have the nerve, how then do you explain the presence of your scent on the Princely Heir?"

Desperately flustered, Qin Gaozhi had no answers, only able to cry out,

"I don\'t know, I don\'t know."

"I really don\'t know what happened. Suddenly the Princely Heir collapsed."

"At that moment, I thought about killing the Princely Heir, but it was just a thought, I hadn\'t acted, I hadn\'t..."

Qin Gaozhi\'s defense was feeble.

Yet the more he defended himself,

The more he cemented his inner motives.

Peeping at the Princely Heir\'s wedding chamber, getting caught by the Princely Heir, and punished, followed by harboring resentment against the Princely Heir, then lashing out in anger.

With the Princely Heir\'s physical condition, how could he stand up to Qin Gaozhi?

Furthermore, the Princely Heir had never been guarded against Qin Gaozhi. It was logical that he could be beaten into such a state so suddenly.

Qin Beifeng sighed, feeling somewhat disinclined to speak further.

No matter what Qin Gaozhi said at this point, his handiwork against Cheng Guang was eventually a fact.