There were several censors at Fan Taihe's bedside.

Hearing what Fan Taihe said, one of the censors spoke.

"Let Lord Fan set his mind at rest. Lord Zhang and the others have gone to the Ministry of Justice, and Lord Liu and the others have already gone to see His Majesty and beg him to punish Old General Chen severely."

"At the morning court tomorrow we will certainly impeach Old General Chen."

"A coarse soldier who knows nothing but his fists. We will make him pay for it this time."

There was rancor in Fan Taihe's eyes. "Tomorrow, have men carry this minister to court. This minister will not let the matter rest."

They were still discussing how to impeach Old General Chen at the morning court when the steward's voice came from the outer room. "Master, Ning Chen begs an audience."

Fan Taihe and the rest gave a start in spite of themselves.

Ning Chen was here?

"What has he come for?"

One censor was alarmed. Could it be that beating Lord Fan in the hall of court had not worked off Ning Chen's anger, and he had come to the house after him?

Fan Taihe laughed coldly. "What else? He has certainly come to plead for Old General Chen."

"Old General Chen beat this minister to let off his anger for him... Ning Chen coming at a time like this must be to beg this minister's pardon."

The other censors nodded, one after another.

"Lord Fan is right. Ning Chen has certainly come to plead for Old General Chen."

"Ning Chen is only a base commoner now. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Excellent. This is a good chance for us to humiliate him a little."

There was something sly in Fan Taihe's eyes. "Let him in."

The steward answered and turned to go.

A quarter of an hour later the steward brought Ning Chen and Feng Qizheng in.

"Master. Ning Chen is here."

There was still something sly in Fan Taihe's eyes. "Have him kneel outside and wait."

The other censors' faces filled with pleasure at…