The Wife Is on Top: King Leng, Please Go to Bed Soon

Dragon Kingdom, the second year of Li'an, Kyoto. Wangcai Road, the busiest commercial main road on weekdays, was unusually quiet at this time. The cold autumn wind picks up the withered yellow leaves, swirling them, turning them over, and they are helplessly forced into the quagmire, where the remaining leaves will never turn over. Desolation and loneliness correspond to this sad and lonely season. It seems that he is lamenting his short-term fate, mocking his own insignificance and being unable to control himself. But the Kyoto execution ground far away from the city gate was very lively. The people watching the excitement filled the execution ground inside and outside. The people were whispering to each other, discussing what was going to happen today, and what had happened...