Being called out by the Academy's female teacher, the elderly Confucian Scholar had no choice but to respond. He stopped respectfully, cupped his hands, and answered, "The old man is here."
"Are you well-versed in the Great Li Laws?"
The old Imperial Censor bent his waist even lower, "I am well-versed."
Zhu Yourong didn't look at him below the platform; instead, with hands behind her back, she looked down at Zhang Huizhi and calmly spoke, "If I am not mistaken, Ziyu is still hanging by the Li Court. According to your dynasty's laws, how should one be dealt with for persecuting and betraying colleagues in the officialdom with the intent to kill?"
The old Imperial Censor took one last look at his former colleague on the stage, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and nodded:
"Lingchi."
The old man's voice was utterly indifferent.
Zhang Huizhi's body began to tremble.
