Madam General, please run slower.

All the way back to the imperial study, Qu Shi felt dizzy and thought that Yu Xun had angered him. After asking the imperial physician to see him, he could not help but lie on the table and take a nap for a while.

After waking up, Qu Shi found an extra line of words next to his hand.

"Please give me some time to wait for my return."

It was clearly his own handwriting, but the more Qu Shi looked at it, the more unfamiliar it seemed. When he realized what it was, he was overjoyed. The depression in his heart that had been stimulated by Yu Xun was relieved a lot, and the speed at which he reviewed the memorials also increased.

Seeing His Majesty's extremely changing emotions, the palace servants looked at each other and dared not say anything, for fear that His Majesty would be like the Regent and go crazy if they disagreed with something.

But no matter how much Qu Shi tried to delay, he could not stop the court officials from wanting to overthrow Yu Xun. It was as if he could not kill Yu Xun, so he tried to kill him as the emperor with memorials.

Qu Shi had no choice but to strip Yu Xun of his official position and symbolically punish him with 20 strokes of the cane, ordering him to return to his hometown to farm. But just as Qu Shi was about to let the matter go, Yu Xun became unhappy again and directly admitted that he had coveted the throne and attempted to rebel.

This crime directly raised the punishment to death penalty.

In the Imperial Garden, Qu Shi felt very sorry for this friend whom he had made with great difficulty.

During this period, Yu Xiaochen went from being extremely nervous at the beginning to becoming increasingly numb in the end, and he just waved his hand indifferently in response to Qu Shi's apology.

"Your Majesty, why don't you ask my uncle if he needs to kill my entire clan and me as well."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qu Shi was anxious. It was enough that the Yu family had one madman, Yu Xun, and they didn't want another one.

"I'm just kidding." Yu Xiaochen patted Qu Shi's shoulder in comfort, "Don't blame yourself. My uncle is almost 30 years old. He can take responsibility for his own decisions. Your Majesty, just follow his will."

"But now there is no other way except beheading." Qu Shi felt desperate when he thought of the note in his hand that day, fearing that due to his lack of ability, the situation would become irreversible.

"Then behead him." Yu Xiaochen's words were very heartless, but also reasonable. Because of his relationship with Qu Shi, he went to the dungeon to persuade Yu Xun several times, but the final outcome was always the same. He always knew that his uncle had a stubborn temper, but this was the first time he knew he was so stubborn that he even wanted to die in a spectacular way. "He is determined to die. We have tried to stop him and persuade him. What else can we do?

"But..." Qu Shi wanted to say something more for Yu Xun, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't utter a word. He had already felt that Yu Xun deserved to die when he made trouble. "I'm worried about my sister..."

"Okay, don't think too much." It was his uncle who was going to be beheaded, but Yu Xiaochen was the first to let it go. "If my sister was here, Your Majesty wouldn't have to do it. My uncle would have been killed without even ashes left."

"I understand. I still want to delay it a little longer."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yu Xiaochen sighed. Forget it, the later I die, the better.

Qu Shi also sighed with him. He suddenly wanted to be a willful tyrant. He didn't need to listen to anyone and could just chop down anyone he disliked. How great that would be.

The two little friends were in the imperial garden, sighing to each other, and couldn't understand why they had to go through all these messes when they grew up.

The incident involving Yu Xun caused a huge uproar, and even caused resentment among the people. No matter how much Qu Shi wanted to delay, he was powerless to do so, as there were too many things to consider in this position.

Finally, the date of Yu Xun's execution was set at 3:15 p.m. on the sixth day of March.

On the day of execution, Yu Xun was escorted on the long road to the execution ground with his hands bound by heavy iron chains. Although his steps were heavy, each step was firm and calm. The sun shone through the clouds on his body, illuminating the wooden hairpin on his head, but it could not illuminate the deep sadness in his eyes.

The people around him were whispering about his crimes and his upcoming fate. But Yu Xun seemed to be in another world, turning a deaf ear to everything around him. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, including a calm acceptance of his impending death and a deep regret for the unfinished business.

As the execution ground got closer, Yu Xun's breathing became heavier. But he showed no fear or panic, just quietly waiting for the moment to come. Finally, Yu Xun was brought to the center of the execution ground. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the beauty in the world into his lungs. Then he closed his eyes, waiting for the final beheading moment.

Compared to Yu Xun's indifference, Qu Shi was so nervous that his palms were sweating, as if it was himself instead of Yu Xun who was about to be beheaded.

Qu Shi looked at the sun, wishing that time would go slower and pass even more slowly.

But time always likes to go against people. When you want it to pass faster, it will feel like a year. When you want it to go slower, it will show a sense of urgency that every second counts.

It was clearly just noon, but Qu Shi seemed to have arrived at three quarters after noon in the blink of an eye. The palace servants beside him kept urging Qu Shi to give orders.

Qu Shi dragged on for a few more breaths, and after helplessly saying the word "execution", he looked away and dared not look at the execution ground again.

He is not yet an adult, so it is not shameful to be afraid of blood or something. Qu Shi kept comforting his little heart.

The shrill sounds of executions from the palace maids irritated everyone's nerves.

Yu Xun was pressed on the guillotine, and the executioner walked towards him with a sharpened sword.

"If possible, don't let my hairpin be stained with blood."

As if he had not expected that Yu Xun's last words would be this, the sturdy man dragging the big knife was a little stunned, and looked at the simple wooden hairpin on Yu Xun's head. It was so precious, I'm afraid it was given by a little lover.

The sturdy man nodded, "I respect the general as a man."

He addressed him as the general, not the regent.

Yu Xun smiled. He didn’t know if it was right for him to take this step, but if he had to do it again, he would still want to take this gamble.

The sword was raised high, and when it fell, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Den!"

The foreign object hit the handle of the knife and made a sharp, crisp sound.

With his eyes tightly closed, Qu Shi could only hear the people around him gasping for air. His hair stood on end, and he pretended to be calm and asked, "Is the execution over?"

“Your Majesty!” The palace servant reminded tremblingly, “Ghost…ghost, no, it’s a god, a god!”

"Ah?" Qu Shi opened his eyes a little, thinking that the palace servant was so frightened by the bloody scene that he was talking nonsense. He squinted and looked towards the center of the execution ground.

At just one glance, Qu Shi's eyes widened in fear, and he finally understood what the god that the palace people were talking about was.

The woman's clothes were light and flowing, as if they were made of the softest clouds, swaying gently with her movements, emitting a faint halo in the sun. Her face was obscured by the faint halo, making it difficult to see her features, but her figure appeared more sacred and solemn under the sunlight, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The woman held a long sword in her hand and blocked the executioner's knife. She leaned forward to block Yu Xun, pointed the sword at all living beings, and said softly:

"You are not qualified to touch my people~"