When Jiang Qiyuan saw the man again, he was being pinned to the ground by the executioner, with a bright broadsword hanging on his neck. He was covered in blood and stains and was in a mess, but the other party was dressed in Taoist uniform and was not stained by the world. He spat out the blood froth in his mouth, with a sneer on his face. Let the knife cut down, and the whole house became noisy. However, Shang Hanzhi remembered that the boy who was about to be beheaded in public that day was Jiang Qiyuan, the young grandson of General Jiang and the young general of Zhenxuan General Mansion. The tie that tied his hair was torn off, and he knelt on the ground with his hair disheveled. His face was covered with bloodstains, and there was no trace of his former beauty. In a blink of an eye, the knife rose and fell, leaving nothing but blood.
Intention: People who love each other can still know each other even if they change their faces and bodies.