With a long sigh, Zhao Yi looked at Chu Mo: "Never would I have expected, one lapse in judgement would lead to everlasting regret. That year, Senior General Fan Wudi privately approached me, hoping to secure a batch of special military equipment. When he turned to me, at that time... I was beguiled, and astonishingly asked the general for the bribe of ten thousand taels of silver..."
A look of utter shame spread across Zhao Yi's face. His eyes reddened, tear-filled. He choked on his words, muttering: "I was foolish! The old general reprimanded me, saying I was money-mad! Far from grasping the gravity of my actions, I ended up holding a grudge against him! But I had no opportunity to take my revenge on the elderly general, so... I turned the brunt of my frustrations to his grandson. I don't even know what made me act that way. I... I deserve to die!"
