The prison car creaked under the weight of the wind and snow, and the iron chain dragged a deep mark on the shaft of the car, like a frozen snake. Xie Zhao was locked under the car with five thick chains, and his wrists were scabbed with blood, frozen, and cracked. The escort captain was riding on a horse, whipping with a crackling sound. When the whip came down, the skin and flesh rolled, and the blood splashed on the snow, and instantly condensed into dark red spots.
"Evidence of collaborating with the enemy, the jade certificate from the previous court!" The captain held up a roll of blood-stained silk and tore it open in the wind, "The remnants of the Xie family deserve to die!"
The crowd formed a half circle, including garrison soldiers, refugees, and women wrapped in ragged felts. No one spoke. No one dared to move. The snow fell so densely that it covered the footprints and breath.
Shen Yanqiu was among the military medical team, wrapped in a gray cloth cloak, with three scars on his face. His left eye was blind, but his right eye was as bright as a knife. She hid her right hand in her sleeve, holding the dagger close to her wrist bone, just waiting for the moment when he lowered his head - one stab, into the throat, no blood spattered, no one screamed, the body was thrown into the snow pit, no one will know that he died tomorrow...
