Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

West Market.

The people were forced by the soldiers with long spears and scabbards to form a huge circle.

They stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, and whispered.

Many people's faces were filled with confusion and uneasiness. For hundreds of years after the founding of the Han Dynasty, the Liu royal family was considered a royal family, a place of high status.

Now, these "true dragon bloodlines" are actually going to be publicly executed at Caishikou like ordinary bandits?

This completely overturned their inherent cognition.

"Have you heard? The Queen Mother and the Emperor... oh no, that mother and son are also going to be beheaded!"

"Is this true? This... this is too..."

"Alas, what a sin! When dynasties change, it's us common people who suffer, and even the royal nobles can't escape."

"Keep your voice down! Don't you want to live? Didn't you see the heads hanging over there at the Meridian Gate?"

"The Emperor of Chu is too cruel!"

Fear was the main tone in the discussions.

They may not have deep feelings for Dugu Jia and Liu Xiang.

They may even have been dissatisfied with the old dynasty due to war and harsh policies, but the public beheading of the emperor and the empress dowager, this public execution of the highest authority, still made them feel an instinctive unease and the shock of the collapse of the world.

Some old people shook their heads and sighed silently, and the women hugged their children tightly to prevent them from looking at the execution platform that was being built.

Finally, amidst the oppressive waiting and the soldiers' rough shouting, the line of prison vans appeared from the end of the street.

The first to be brought up were Dugu Jia and Liu Xiang.

They were stripped of their luxurious clothes, put on rough white prison uniforms, and tied with heavy ropes.

Dugu Jia's hair was disheveled and his face was pale, but his eyes were still burning with resentment and unwillingness.

She stared straight ahead, as if she wanted to carve this humiliating scene into the depths of her soul.

The young Liu Xiang had completely collapsed. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dull, and his body was limp. He was almost half-dragged and half-carried onto the execution platform by two wolf-like executioners.

He let out meaningless whimpers and his crotch was wet, obviously he was incontinent.

Seeing the tragic situation of the mother and child, there was a low uproar and commotion among the onlookers.

The empress dowager who was once the mother of the country, and the emperor who once sat high on the dragon throne, now look so embarrassed!

This huge contrast impacts everyone's vision and mind.

Some people who originally still had a vague reverence for the old dynasty now had that reverence vanish in the face of this naked humiliation.

Instead, there was a complex feeling of pity and deeper fear.

Even the emperor and the empress dowager ended up like this, let alone ordinary people like them?

Soon after, more prison vans arrived.

The car was packed with men and women, young and old.

Some of them were dressed rather gorgeously, while others were tattered and worn out, but without exception, their faces were ashen, and their eyes were filled with despair and fear.

Cries, pleas for mercy, and curses mixed together, interweaving with the soldiers' scolding and whipping to form a symphony of despair.

They were members of the Liu clan and branches of the Han Dynasty, but now they were being driven to the execution platform like animals.

There is the white-haired old Uncle Wang, a baby still in swaddling clothes, a beautiful princess, and a young man full of vigor and vitality.

At this moment, identity, age, and gender have lost their meaning. They only have one common label - remnants of the previous dynasty.

The scaffold soon became overcrowded.

The executioners stood by with their swords in their hands, expressionless, like cold sculptures.

Ran Ming's bald head was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight. He stood on the execution platform with a knife in his hand, glancing coldly at the dark crowd below and the lambs waiting to be slaughtered on the stage.

At three quarters past noon, Yang energy is at its peak, and it is also an auspicious time for execution.

Ran Ming didn't say any more nonsense. He directly pulled out a death card from a lottery box, threw it to the ground without even looking at it, and shouted:

"Execution!"

With one order, the executioners, who had been ready, took action immediately.

The first person to be pinned down in front of the bloodstained wooden block was Dugu Jia.

She seemed to want to struggle, to maintain her last dignity, to utter a final curse.

But the executioner behind her was experienced and kicked her in the knee. She groaned and fell to her knees, and was then held down tightly.

She raised her head and glanced at the numb, frightened or curious faces in the audience, and finally looked in the direction of the palace, her eyes filled with overwhelming hatred and unwillingness.

"Chu Ning——! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!!" She roared with her last bit of strength.

However, her voice was interrupted by the sound of wind from the swung sword.

"puff--!"

The knife flashed and blood splattered!

The head of the woman who once ruled the country rolled to the ground, her eyes wide open, as if she died with her eyes open.

Next was Liu Xiang.

He didn't even have the strength to struggle and was dragged over like a puddle of mud.

The executioner raised his knife and struck the young emperor's head and body without him even having time to let out a proper scream.

The crowd below the stage erupted in exclamations and commotion. Many people stepped back subconsciously. The women screamed and covered their eyes with their hands, but couldn't help peeking through their fingers.

This is just the beginning.

The executioners were like ruthless machines, dragging the Liu clan members to the wooden block one by one and killing them with their swords.

The cries, pleas for mercy, curses, the dull sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bones, the rolling sound of a head hitting the ground... all intertwined together, forming a scene of hell on earth.

Blood flowed from the execution platform like a stream, staining the ground red. The strong smell of blood rose into the sky, making people sick.

At first, the people were shocked by the extreme bloodiness and cruelty, and felt fear and discomfort.

But as heads fell to the ground one after another, and as the once high and mighty royal family was harvested like grass, a deeper change quietly took place in the hearts of the onlookers.

It was a feeling of having one's backbone completely pulled away.

For hundreds of years, the Liu royal family was like the sun and the moon in the sky. Although far away, their existence itself was a symbol of order and stability.

No matter how difficult life is, no matter how harsh the government treats us, subconsciously, we always feel that there is a heaven and a court above our heads.

This idea is deeply rooted.

However, at this moment, they watched with their own eyes as the sky...collapsed!

The empress dowager died, the emperor died, and all the princes, princesses, and royal relatives were slaughtered in public like pigs and dogs.

The heads of the Liu family, who were once regarded as gods by them, rolled one by one in the dust and blood, becoming nothing special, even worse than those of ordinary death row prisoners.

The big man is really gone.

It is not a nominal change like a change of dynasty, but a complete physical, visual and spiritual destruction!

Uproot it, leaving no blade of grass behind!