I Beheaded the Wrong Person, and He Was the Only One in the Capital Who Recognized Me

[Two Male Leads | Historical Mystery | Disguises and Face-Changing | Cat-and-Mouse Game | Equally Matched | Happy Ending]

Pei Zhaochuan couldn't recognize faces, yet he spent seven years chasing Wen Zhezhi, a man with a thousand faces.

At the execution ground in the West Market, the Ministry of Justice had examined the body, six witnesses had signed their statements, and two thousand townsfolk were all certain the man kneeling on the platform was Wen Zhezhi.

But Pei Zhaochuan drew his blade and stopped the execution. “You have the wrong man.”

Because when the blade pressed against that man's throat, he flinched away.

The real Wen Zhezhi, even scared out of his wits, would smile and lean into the blade. He wanted the person holding it to be the one who got scared first.

That night, Wen Zhezhi wore Pei Zhaochuan's face and clothes, sat in his study, and ate chestnuts.

“You've chased me for seven years, and you don't even know what I look like. What makes you so sure the man on the platform wasn't me?”

Pei Zhaochuan pressed his blade to Wen Zhezhi's throat. “There's only one person in this world who'd insist on leaning into a blade at his throat.”

“Who?”

“Someone who needs a good beating.”

Wen Zhezhi smiled and leaned into the blade.