On the execution ground, a fishy wind blows against your face.
Su Wan knelt in the prison car, watching the heads of his father and brothers being hung high, and the blood dripping on the loess, dyed with the color of despair.
She was once the most dazzling pearl in the capital, but now she is reduced to the daughter of a criminal to be executed.
At three quarters of noon, the executioner raised the ghost-headed knife.
At this moment, a sharp sound pierced the sky——
"The imperial edict arrives——"
