The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

If he hadn't felt guilty, he really wouldn't have allowed his eldest son to be so presumptuous in front of him.

"Trial? How to interrogate? If this was not done by my father's concubine, it could only be my mother's deliberate deception. If my father thinks it was my mother who did it, why not invite my grandfather to come and listen to the interrogation process? ." Huo Mingheng confronted Huo Mingheng.

In fact, this matter was not a big deal to him, but when he thought of it, which had not responded at all, Huo Mingheng couldn't control the anger in his heart.

"You...how could you bring this matter to your grandfather?" Huo Zhenyi was completely angry and slammed the table.

But Xi Jingwen refused, "My father is also an old marquis after all. When he went to Kyoto Prefecture, my husband did not agree and invited my father to attend the interrogation, but my husband refused. He wanted to close the door of the General's Mansion and give us mother and son away." Forced to death?"

"You..." Huo Zhenyi was very angry, but had no room for refutation. He could only try to delay the time and try his best to forge some evidence pointing to others, "Evil people like this still need to be scrutinized carefully, Heng Brother, you are too impatient, how can you look at the surface of many things?"

"You don't look at the surface, do you?" Huo Mingheng's cold voice sneered, and then he pulled out his long sword and stabbed it through the sole of the foot at that moment. "Since you don't look at the surface, then my son will continue the interrogation."

As he spoke, he turned the hilt of the sword habitually and pierced a large hole in the sole of the black clinician's foot.

Huo Zhenyi had never seen Huo Mingheng behave like this before. For a moment, he felt a little stupid due to his cruel actions and his expression that was as cold as a life-threatening Shura from hell.

He suddenly realized that he must have never really realized that his son seemed a little cold, but calm and steady.

"Brother Heng, how can you use lynching?" Huo Zhenyi shouted angrily, and wanted to use his father's majesty to educate Huo Mingheng.

But Huo Mingheng didn't have any mood swings at all, "How is it possible to get him to confess without lynching? Send him to Kyoto Prefecture and his father doesn't agree, so lynching is the last resort."

"I...I don't agree." Huo Zhenyi still lacked confidence and wanted to stop him, "I am the head of the General's Mansion. Brother Heng, you are only ten years old. Don't rely on being a victim. You are here. To do something so cruel."

"Is it cruel?" Huo Mingheng looked at his father innocently, and suddenly pulled out the long sword with a strong movement of his wrist.

Blood spattered not only directly on Huo Zinyi's face, but also on Sun Feiyu and her three children.

They were so frightened that they immediately screamed.

In fact, this blood was also splashed on Huo Zhenyi's face, so he was a general who had been on the battlefield after all, so how could he be afraid of such a tiny bit of blood.

"Brother Heng, are you crazy?" Huo Zhenyi was so angry that he took two steps forward and wanted to take action.

But looking at Huo Mingheng's cold face, he couldn't bring down the palm he raised.

"You are not allowed to interfere with this matter, and work hard on your studies. For things like this, my husband will naturally seek justice for you." Huo Zhenyi sighed helplessly, raised his hand, and wanted to say something. He patted Huo Mingheng on the shoulder, but he took two steps back and avoided it.

The look of obvious blame and disappointment made Huo Zhenyi feel a little uneasy.