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In the seventh month of this era, I finally caught the handle of my mortal enemy. In front of the emperor, I knelt straight and my voice resounded throughout the hall: "Your Majesty, please behead Zhang Zhe." Before the empress could speak, the man at the foot of the stairs, who always had a spine as straight as a pine tree, suddenly swayed. She raised her head, with the blood marks left by the skittles still on her forehead, but her eyes looked at me as if she were a different person - there was a sharpness and scrutiny that I was familiar with and belonged to another world. Then she spoke and asked softly in a tone that only I could understand: "Professor Tang, your principle of presumption of innocence, are you on vacation today?" My heart skipped a beat in the ambergris-filled hall. It's over, my executioner has become one of my kind.