The blade was less than three inches from her neck.
The cold smell of rust mixed with the unique smell of blood and dust of the Meridian Gate Execution Ground was poured roughly into the nostrils. There was rough bluestone beneath the knees, and every slight movement made the skin ache. The thick hemp rope was deeply cut into the wrist, binding not only the body, but also the last trace of unwillingness in the original owner's soul.
"Su Qingyi! Collaboration with the enemy and treason, the evidence is conclusive! Behead him!"
On the execution platform, a sharp voice cut through the din.
Shizhu's consciousness was like being forcibly stuffed into a body that was about to be scrapped, and countless memory fragments that did not belong to her came flooding in. The invincible female general of the Great Xia Dynasty did not hesitate to put on her armor and fight on the battlefield with a narrow escape for her sweetheart, Prince Shen Yu. She used her numerous military exploits to pave the way for him to become a prince, and she used her family's glory to stabilize the court for him.
Then what?
Then, on the eve of his ascension to the throne, all one hundred and thirty members of her Su family were guillotined on the charge of "collaboration with the enemy and treason."
How ridiculous.
How ironic.
