"Yes, yes, yes, let them leave the Ye family, and once they're gone, they won't bother you anymore. Please, just let him go," Shen Yue'e pleaded, grabbing onto Nan Zhifeng's clothes. "I beg you."
"It's not that I'm unwilling to let him go; it's that he has broken the law." Nan Zhifeng was very calm. "Zhantian didn't use any extralegal punishment against him; he simply handed over the evidence of his crimes to the police. That's the greatest mercy already.
If I'm not mistaken, he probably has committed quite a few business crimes as well, such as embezzlement, money laundering, and dealings with grey-market traders...
Zhantian didn't mention any of these crimes. If we were to punish him for all his offenses, Ye Mingyao would have to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Now, only the charge of plotting against me has been submitted. At most, he'll get ten or eight years before he's out. Isn't that merciful enough?"
"You..."
