The person on the execution platform smiled and said to the person on the dragon chair: "Your Majesty, I have three wishes in my life. First, I wish that this country will be prosperous forever, and barbarians will not invade. I wish that all directions will come to congratulate you. Second, I wish that Your Majesty will be safe and sound, and live a long life. Third, when my hair turns gray, you will still be here."
This sentence cuts through the heart with ten thousand swords.
The man sitting on the Dragon Throne had no expression or movement on his face, but when he heard the ministers behind him shouting, "Your Majesty, grant the death of the evil concubine!" A tear flowed from his eyes.
In fact, it was not that he had no expression or any movements, but that he had taken trabecular medicine, which can make people conscious but unable to move. He had always known that this was all her plan, a plan to prove that he was a wise king.
He saw with his own eyes a knife cutting off her head, and the heart-rending pain finally made him collapse.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for getting rid of the evil concubine!" After saying that, they all withdrew.
When the effects of the medicine wore off, he smiled with tears streaming down his face. At this time, he looked less like an emperor and more like a madman. It was so miserable that even the body seemed to be dead.
Oh, without you, what is the use of this country?
I remember when we first met, I saw her smiling at me beside the lotus pond.
Only then did he realize that he had been tempted by that glance.