Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

The execution ground for Dashun was set up at Caishikou.

There is no other reason, the business here is booming, the culture is flourishing, there are many inns and teahouses, shops and taverns, there are people walking around all day long, and it is very lively.

The beheading of criminals here served as a great warning to others, and it could also be passed on by word of mouth to let the people know that the laws of Dashun were fair and strict.

The cold wind is blowing.

Shen Xiyue and Murong Xuan rode in the same carriage, chatting as they leisurely arrived at the execution ground.

By noon, people had already gathered in three layers outside the execution ground, and there was a lot of discussion among the crowd.

"Do you think the feng shui of the Wenyuan Marquis's mansion is bad? Oh, my son almost burned his bride to death on her wedding day, and it hasn't been long since then, and I've been found guilty and will be beheaded again!"

"What do you mean by bad feng shui? This is called the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam is crooked! His son bullied the girl, and Wen Yuanhou is even more of a piece of shit! Do you know what he did wrong? Tell me, I'll scare you to death!"

"What's the matter? Tell me now! Stop keeping me in suspense!"

"He opened a brothel in Jiangnan under the name of the eldest prince! He kept many beautiful women who knew how to serve, and sent them to the minister's house one by one to win over the local officials! As a result, this matter was investigated by the prince, and then it was found out that this Wenyuan Hou actually supported the fourth prince! What do you think, should he die?"

"Oh, this series of princes has confused me. But you know what, this Wenyuan Hou is really cunning. Damn it, damn it... I also heard that there are more things in Jiangnan than just brothels! There is also that opium cream. If anyone gets a little bit of that stuff, their life will be ruined! Thanks to the prince for finding it out and destroying it!"

"You're right, he really deserves to die! How could he do such a heartless thing! Your Majesty, you should kill all his nine clans. Killing just one man, Marquis Wenyuan, is really not enough to satisfy your hatred!"

"How can that be possible! If they really kill all nine generations of the family, the life of the imperial concubine in the palace will probably be in danger!"

"Hush... How dare you say that? Are you trying to save your life? If the police hear you, they will arrest you and put you in jail!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I won't say any more... Hey, did you know that there is a female prisoner today? I heard that she is the former lover of Prince Qi..."

There were discussions everywhere, with everyone trying to piece together the truth of the matter and criticizing Wen Yuanhou who took all the blame on himself.

The carriage drove past the crowd and stopped directly in the backyard of a tavern. Shen Xiyue got off the carriage and followed Murong Xuan inside. She was then led upstairs by the waiter inside until they reached the door of a private room.

I didn't see a single person along the way.

The waiter opened the door, bowed briefly and left.

Shen Xiyue went in and took a look, and found that the location of this private room was not the best, but it was extremely exquisite. One window faced the execution ground, one window faced the direction of people coming and going on the corridor, and the other faced the lobby of the tavern.

These windows allow a clear view of everything inside and out, yet don't draw any attention to themselves.

Shen Xiyue sighed with emotion that Murong Xuan was really thoughtful. The snacks and food inside had been arranged long ago. While sipping tea, Shen Xiyue observed the execution ground through the window, and even caught a glimpse of the beauties dancing in the lobby of the tavern out of the corner of her eye.

Unexpectedly, I saw an acquaintance.

It seemed that Qi Xun's injured bones from the last beating had not yet healed. He sat in a wheelchair, being pushed towards the execution ground by a maid. Perhaps someone recognized him as the prince of Wenyuan Marquis's Mansion and spontaneously made way for him.

Shen Xiyue looked down at him through the window. After not seeing him for many days, Qi Xun seemed like a different person. His originally elegant face suddenly became swollen, and his eyes were red and swollen, as if he had cried too much. His beard was untidy and his hair was messy. He looked like he had been struck by lightning.

Shen Xiyue also recognized the maid pushing him from behind. It was Yunxiu, the maid who had served in his study since childhood and who had also been his favorite concubine in his previous life.

Qi Xun was holding a jar of wine in his arms, his eyes fixed on the execution platform, as if he was waiting to give his father a bowl of wine for his journey.

Shen Xiyue only glanced for a few seconds before slowly retracting her gaze and looking in the direction where the prison vehicle was coming.

Really looking forward to it.

The execution vehicle drove out from the Tianlao, went out of the Wumen Gate, crossed the Broken Soul Bridge, and finally arrived at the Caishikou.

In the Jiangnan case, the emperor issued an order that all officials involved should be executed on the spot. In the capital, the witnesses Miao Yan and Qin Qing brought back by Murong Xuan were given poisoned wine to keep their bodies intact, while Wenyuan Hou Qi Yijun and Gu Zhilan were to be executed in the street.

Amidst the excited shouts, the execution vehicle finally appeared.

"Oh, here it comes!"

"This is outrageous! This is intolerable!"

"Deserve to kill! Deserve to kill!"

Amidst the cheers, only Qi Xun was crying bitterly, shouting miserably, "Dad! Dad!"

The prison vans drove into the execution ground one after another. The accompanying officers and soldiers opened the doors of the vans, dragged out Qi Yijun and Gu Zhilan, who were dressed in prison uniforms, and took them to the execution platform.

Perhaps because he heard the word "Dad", Qi Yijun tilted his head slightly, glanced at Qi Xun's position, his lips moved, and a line of clear tears fell from his cloudy eyes: "Xun'er...live well..."

"Dad!" Qi Xun held the wine in his arms, his bones were not strong enough to support him to stand up even a step.

"OK OK!"

The escorting officers and soldiers had no patience at all, and reminded him intentionally or unintentionally: "Lord Qi, we have come this far, so just save your worries and don't involve Master Ling! If you have anything to say, save it for the next life!"

"Alas..." Qi Yijun raised his sleeves, wiped the tears from his face, and nodded: "I know, I know..."

He knelt on the ground and slowly lowered his head, waiting for the moment of execution. Gu Zhilan behind him was also brought forward.

Qi Xun started crying again: "Zhilan, Zhilan!"

It’s a pity that Gu Zhilan said nothing.

Shen Xiyue stared at Gu Zhilan through the windowsill with squinted eyes, trying to see her face clearly, but Gu Zhilan just kept her head down from beginning to end, as if she had accepted her fate.

Seeing her nervous face, Murong Xuan stood up, walked around the table, came to her side, stretched out his hand and gently held her in his arms:

"It's almost three quarters past noon."

Shen Xiyue didn't say anything, but leaned back in his arms, reaching out and gently holding his hand on her shoulder.

Outside at the execution ground, everything was ready.

"Your Excellency, it is already three quarters past noon, and the prisoner has been identified. Shall we proceed with the execution?"

"Execution!"

With a wave of his hand and a slash of his knife, Qi Yijun's head fell to the ground.

Outside, Qi Xun had fallen off his wheelchair and was sitting on the ground, crying and screaming as he lay on the ground to pick up his father's head.

Shen Xiyue looked at the executioner who had already picked up the machete in his hand again, hung it over Gu Zhilan's head, and then dropped it heavily.

The face that had appeared in her nightmares countless times now rolled to the ground, covered with dirt.

Shen Xiyue couldn't control the coldness of her hands and feet, and she held Murong Xuan's hand tighter and tighter.

Murong Xuan thought she was frightened at first, but then he felt something was wrong. She was shaking uncontrollably and even her teeth were chattering.

He leaned over and asked nervously, "Xiyue, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Xiyue shivered. The hatred that should have dissipated returned to her again, quickly spreading to her limbs and bones, taking control of all her reason and calmness.

Her throat was tight, and she could only utter words when Murong Xuan forced her to drink a mouthful of hot tea: "She...she...she is not, she is not Gu Zhilan!"