In the Tang Dynasty, I Carried a Coffin to Court. You Ask If My Eyes Are Dry?

In the seventh year of the Zhenguan era, Yongxing Ward, Chang'an.

"Crash!"

The main gate of the Wei residence was kicked open with brutal force. Several members of the lawless patrol, wielding Tang swords and wearing fierce expressions, rushed inside. Their blades flashed especially bright in the winter sunlight.

"By His Majesty's command, arrest Wei Zheng!" The leader's gruff voice shattered the peace of the Wei residence.

Wei Zheng stood before the main hall, his expression calm, though his brows furrowed slightly.

"Father!" A child's voice rang out.

Wei Qing dashed in front of Wei Zheng, his small frame shielding his father like a mother hen protecting her chicks. He glared at the menacing patrolmen, his eyes burning with fury.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.