The Sickly Chancellor’s Caged Songbird

“Let me see her face.” His voice was weak, but the faintest smile still played on his lips.

He licked his cracked, bloodstained lips and repeated himself. But the execution grounds were in an uproar, and countless cabbage leaves and stones rained down on him. No one cared what he was saying.

The rope dropped. He hung in midair, the rest of his words forever caught in his throat.

Only the guard standing nearby rubbed his nose, remembering the rumors about this lord.

Everyone in the city knew the powerful chancellor was deeply enamored with the Third Prince’s consort. Yet just half an hour earlier, funeral bells had rung at the Third Prince’s residence as well.

“Wanwan, you ruined me in both my lives. What will you do about it?”