Daxuan, Chengtian thirty-one years, winter.
Outside the Meridian Gate, there was a sea of people.
The wind at Caishikou blows on people's faces like a knife, but no matter how cold it is, it can't stop the people of the capital from watching the excitement.
The person who was beheaded today was a very big man - the "God of War" Prince Ning, Shen Fengqi.
An hour ago, he was the powerful regent, commanding Daxuan's most elite northern army of 300,000 troops, and was the iron-hatted king personally appointed by the late emperor.
An hour later, he became the traitor who "forced his father to death and set fire to usurp the throne." He was wearing a washed white prison uniform, with heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and knelt on this high platform.
I am Shen Fengqi.
Or rather, it was.
At this moment, I lowered my head, my messy hair covering most of my face, and listened to the whispers of the people below.
"Tsk, tsk, you really know people but don't know their hearts! His Highness Prince Ning looks so heroic, he can actually do something to force the little emperor to death!"
