"Duke Duan, please hold off on passing judgment and hear a word from your junior."
Now that Niu Zhichun had fallen into misfortune, Ye Weiming—if he hadn't encountered him, it would have been all right. But since he had, he certainly couldn't just stand by and watch him be decapitated by Duan Zhengchun's men.
After all, they were friends, and if it was possible to save him, he definitely should try to do just that.
Seeing that Duan Zhengchun merely looked puzzled and didn't urge his guards to kill Niu Zhichun immediately, Ye Weiming knew there was a chance. He immediately stepped forward and said, "Duke Duan, this Taoist Niu can also be considered an old friend of mine. From what I know about him, although he is crude, arrogant, violent, and adds on both despicable and shameless traits, he is still a good Taoist. He shouldn't be capable of doing something like sneaking into the Imperial Palace to assassinate and kill the sovereign. Could there be some misunderstanding here?"
