In the 22nd year of Yuan Sheng, there was a heavy snowfall in Mengdong. Shaoyang knelt in front of the main hall of Taiyuan Palace for a day and a night, begging the noble family, "Father, I don't beg your father to spare his life. It doesn't matter whether it's Bai Ling or poisoned wine. I just ask my father to let him die with dignity. People like him can't die in that dirty place, and can't die in public eyes. I beg my father."
But no matter how miserably this beautiful young woman cried, the window and door never moved...
In the 22nd year, on October 18th, at noon, in the heavy snow, Princess Shaoyang wore a white dress and rode her horse to the execution ground. She was mottled with blood and her head was missing. She came on stage coldly, without any fear, and held the hand that was separated from the waist and abdomen.
Only then can I truly understand what it means to cut a person in half, but not die, but die after bleeding out...
She apologized "I'm sorry, I'm late."
He laughed and joked, "The female donor shouldn't have come... To come here..."
Her eyes were red, very red, and she asked tremblingly, "Does it hurt?"
He replied, "It doesn't hurt. It's not as painful as Master's cane."
She smiled, "You are so old, Master Yun can still beat you with a cane."
He smiled and begged her, "Ling'er, please allow me to be buried in the back mountain. I want to go home..."
She nodded and said yes, nodding vigorously.
From noon to midnight, for an hour and two quarters, the heavy snow cried out in pain, "Ah..."