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Coldly observing everything, there was not a trace of pity in his eyes, only endless anger and determination. He knew this was just a small beginning; he would ensure that all injustices in this world would receive their due punishment!
Looking again at the booklet, it stated: Three days had passed, and Qin Quai still lingered in the great hall, unwilling to leave. Every day, he continued to attend court sessions, which left the Emperor increasingly troubled and gradually wavering. Seeing the Emperor's hesitation, Qin Quai felt a surge of joy in his heart but worried he might change his mind. He pretended to be sincere and said, "I hope Your Majesty can reconsider for another three days; it wouldn't be too late to make a decision after that." Unable to withstand Qin Quai's repeated pleas, the Emperor reluctantly agreed to wait three more days. Thus, after another three days, the peace agreement was ultimately finalized.
The Wanderer asked, "What have you been doing during these last three days?" Qin Quai replied, "During these three days, I have not had a moment of rest. When I entered court, I saw that the Song Emperor had made up his mind; the sweet deal was already done. As soon as I left the court, I immediately arranged a family banquet at Copper Crow Tower to celebrate the downfall of Song, the rise of Jin, and the prosperity of my Qin Clan. I drank heavily for an entire day! The next day, I hosted a grand feast at my residence where all officials from our great Qin clan came to celebrate. We played music from the Jin Kingdom and danced the 'Flying Flower Dance,' without using a single item from the Song Dynasty or uttering a single word associated with them. I drank heavily again for an entire day! On the third day, I sat alone in Sweeping Loyalty Study and laughed heartily for an entire day. By evening, I was once again completely drunk!" The Wanderer said, "From what you say, it seems you had quite a taste for drinking over these three days! Today, I, Old Sun has some fine wine; I came here to offer it to you, Prime Minister Qin!"
The Wanderer gritted his teeth, each word striking like iron against the hearts of every ghost present. With a wave of his hand, two hundred drilling ghosts emerged in response, dragging along a massive wooden barrel. The barrel was dilapidated and filled not with fine wine but with a foul-smelling liquid that emitted a repugnant stench.
Qin Quai was firmly pinned to the ground, watching helplessly as the barrel approached him with its nauseating odor filling the air. He struggled desperately but to no avail. The Wanderer remained expressionless, coldly observing everything without an ounce of compassion.
"Pour it down!" With a command from The Wanderer, the Human Pus gushed into Qin Quai's mouth like a waterfall. He struggled in agony as his throat emitted choking sounds but could not stop the disgusting liquid from filling his mouth and spilling out from his corners and nostrils onto his face and neck.
"Think of what Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin worked so hard to establish only to be handed over joyfully by you traitor to the Jin!" The Wanderer laughed uproariously, his laughter filled with grief and mockery.
Qin Quai opened his mouth and spewed out Human Pus while coughing intermittently. "This human pus wine is truly unpleasant! Cough! I say Great Sage Grandpa, there were many who acted as Qin Quai before me and many who do so now; why must only I suffer as Qin Quai?"
"Who told you to be the current Qin Quai's mentor and an example for future generations?" The Wanderer snorted coldly, his eyes glinting with cold light. He said no more but beckoned to the golden Claw Spirit Ghost with a finger.
Understanding immediately, golden Claw Spirit Ghost brought forth saws and iron chains to bind Qin Quai tightly. Despite his desperate struggles, Qin Quai was as powerless as a trapped beast.
"What do you want? I'm already dead; what more do you want from me?" Qin Quai exclaimed in terror, his voice trembling slightly.
The Wanderer ignored him entirely and silently watched as golden Claw Spirit Ghost tore Qin Quai into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the eerie atmosphere red.
Nearby, Judge trembled in fear and hurriedly blew air to wake Qin Quai up.
Then he continued reading from Qin Quai's list of crimes:
"The peace agreement has been decided; Qin Quai has used the Jin people for his own gain."
“Qin Quai, when you were restraining the Jurchens, how heavy were you?” The Wanderer suddenly asked, his tone mocking.
“I was as heavy as Mount Tai, forged from iron!” Although Qin Quai had been reduced to countless pieces, he could still speak, his voice intermittent like a broken wind instrument.
“Do you know how much Mount Tai weighs?” The Wanderer continued, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“About ten million pounds!” Qin Quai replied.
“An approximate number cannot be trusted; you should go see for yourself!” The Wanderer laughed heartily, summoning five thousand Copper-Boned Ghosts to bring forth an iron-forged Mount Tai and crush it down upon the remnants of Qin Quai.
With a thunderous roar, even the Underworld seemed to tremble. The small mound formed from Qin Quai's shattered limbs was instantly reduced to a pile of mud, losing all semblance of shape.
The Wanderer then called upon the Boasting Judge to turn him around and question Qin Quai again. The sin register read:
Reports of victories came from all directions, yet Qin Quai insisted on returning to court. By September, he deceived the Emperor into issuing an edict summoning all generals back.
“Did those generals return on horseback or on foot?” The Wanderer asked casually, as if discussing an inconsequential matter.
“Replying to your honor, they naturally returned on swift steeds,” the Judge answered nervously.
“Swift steeds? Good! Let him experience that speed!” The Wanderer sneered, turning to the Transforming Judge and saying, “Turn him into a spotted steed so that those Evil Ghosts can ‘entertain’ him properly!”
In the blink of an eye, Qin Quai transformed into a gaunt spotted horse. Hundreds of Evil Ghosts rushed forward—some rode him, some beat him, while others lashed him with whips. They created chaos for half an hour before finally stopping at the Wanderer's signal.
The Transforming Judge reverted the nearly lifeless spotted horse back into Qin Quai, and only then did the Wanderer continue reading.
In one day, the Emperor issued twelve golden edicts commanding Yue Fei to lead his troops back. Upon returning, Yue Fei quickly lost the territories he had previously reclaimed. He fervently requested to retain his military power but was denied. Jin Wuzhu wrote to Qin Quai, who agreed with the contents of the letter. Since the advisor Wanqi Xian held a grudge against Yue Fei, Qin Quai hinted for Wanqi Xian to impeach Yue Fei; he also instructed Zhang Jun to impeach Wang Gui, enticing Wang Jun to falsely accuse Zhang Xian of plotting to restore Yue Fei's military authority. Qin Quai sent people to arrest Yue Fei and his son to substantiate Zhang Xian's claims. Initially, He Zhu was ordered to interrogate Yue Fei; unexpectedly, Yue Fei's clothing tore open, revealing four characters carved into his back: “Loyalty to Country,” etched deep into his skin. However, after investigation revealed no solid evidence, He Zhu concluded that Yue Fei was innocent. Thus Wanqi Xian took over the interrogation. A little over a month after Wanqi Xian assumed office, the case was reported. Consequently, due to accusations from many, Yue Fei was sentenced to death at just thirty-nine years old.
“Yue Fei was executed on the charge of ‘fabricated crimes,’ dying at the young age of thirty-nine.” The Wanderer slammed the list of charges onto the table, his eyes wide with fury as he demanded, “Qin Quai, what do you have to say about General Yue’s case?!”
Before he could finish, a hundred Qin Quai suddenly appeared at the foot of the stairs, their hair disheveled, dressed in prison garb, prostrating themselves on the ground and wailing in despair, as if repenting for their heinous crimes.
“Enough!” The Wanderer shouted angrily. “One body is enough; where would the Song Dynasty find a hundred treacherous officials?!”
“Grandfather, spare me!” one of the Qin Quai cried out. “Everything else can be discussed, but when it comes to lord Yue ’s matter, even a hundred layers of skin wouldn’t suffice for the punishment. There are a thousand words that cannot express it! A hundred bodies would still be too few!”
The Wanderer snorted coldly, his anger intensifying. He waved his hand and commanded, “Bring these hundred Qin Quai to each government office. Take one each and ensure they are ‘well taken care of’! They must clarify this injustice from start to finish!”
“Yes!” the Judges responded in unison, then proceeded to escort the hundred Qin Quai deeper into the Underworld. In an instant, cries for mercy, pleas for forgiveness, and curses echoed throughout the Yama Hall…
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