"I won't go, won't go, I just won't go." Situ Zhi threw a tantrum as usual.
"If you dare not go, I'll tell your father about how you killed Qiu Qin."
"Hey! Don't, please don't, I'll go, isn't that enough?"
Situ Zhi appeared crestfallen and cursed himself internally for deserving this; he shouldn't have told his grandmother, allowing her to gain leverage over him.
As an Imperial Appointed Official, Situ Yongjie always had strict self-discipline and disciplining of others. If he knew how cruel Situ Zhi had been, he definitely wouldn't let it slide. A scolding would be the least of worries; the real fear was confinement and being forced to transcribe scripture – that would be fatal.
Regardless of Situ Zhi's recklessness in the General's Mansion, fearing nothing and no one, he harbored some reservations about his father Situ Yongjie. Therefore, upon hearing the Old Madam say this, he immediately compromised.
Qingyuo Pavilion.
