As Yun Zhiyi shuffled toward the execution ground in her shackles, she saw Xiao Che sitting in the official’s seat overseeing the execution.
> Three years ago, her entire family was sentenced to death. He was the official who oversaw the execution.
> Now she was still a condemned prisoner, while he had become the all-powerful Nine-Thousand-Year-Old.
> The instant the blade fell, his fingers twitched, and a pebble knocked it off course.
> “I’ll take this woman.” In front of everyone, he dragged her into his carriage.
> That night, he gripped her chin and sneered. “A remnant of the Yun family, and you dared to disguise yourself as a man and enter government service?”
> She coughed up blood and smiled. “Are you going to kill me, Eunuch?”
> He abruptly let go. Seeing the scarlet stain on his palm, his pupils contracted.
> Later, when poison wracked her and she curled up on the floor, he held her tightly with trembling arms. “Zhiyi, just hold on for three more years...”
> She didn’t know that every month, when the poison flared, he stood outside her door with medicine in hand.
> Nor did she know that in a hidden compartment in his study, he kept a yellowed marriage contract and a portrait of her.
Nice! Super pretty!