In the years of famine, I led a comfortable life with my husband

Chapter 273 The Death of the Seventh Prince

In order to avoid any accidents, Su Zhizhi and Xie Chengjin also appeared at the execution site, hiding in the crowd and observing the movements around them at all times.

Soon, the prison carriage of the Seventh Prince came slowly. However, the Seventh Prince in it looked extremely miserable. His already dirty prison uniform was even covered with rotten egg whites, and his head was covered with rotten vegetable leaves. When the people around him saw him coming, they threw the things in their hands at the Seventh Prince, cursing him all the time.

Su Zhizhi looked at the Seventh Prince in this state and felt very sad. He no longer looked like the high-spirited and leisurely young man he used to be. He even looked a little crazy.

While Xie Chengjin carefully protected Su Zhizhi from being hit by things, he led Su Zhizhi to the front of the crowd without leaving any trace until they arrived at the front seat.

The seventh prince was also forced down from the prison van. Seeing his appearance, Su Zhizhi had some guesses in her mind.

The Seventh Prince looked weak and limp in his limbs. This was not noticeable in the prison van before, but it was clear now. If someone hadn't been holding him up, he would have collapsed directly to the ground. It was obvious that he had taken an overdose of cartilage powder.

I heard that the Seventh Prince used cartilage powder when he imprisoned the old emperor. Now that I think about it, this can be regarded as retribution for the Seventh Prince.

Normally, executions were carried out on one's knees, but the Seventh Prince's was on the ground, like a dead dog, without a trace of dignity left. His eyes were full of numbness, and when his gaze fell on Su Zhizhi and Xie Chengjin below the execution platform, humiliation quickly emerged in the Seventh Prince's numb eyes.

He subconsciously struggled to turn his head away, as if he didn't want Su Zhizhi and Xie Chengjin to see him in such a miserable state.

Su Zhizhi didn't think there was anything wrong with this. She didn't even feel sorry for the Seventh Prince. She just thought she deserved it.

Until the end of the execution, when the Seventh Prince's head fell to the ground and he died with his eyes open, there was no hijacking of the execution ground. Xie Chengjin gradually let go of the worry that had been hanging in his heart.

After the death of the Seventh Prince, the forces of his followers declined and withered. Some of them were even more untraceable. Due to the disappearance of the Seventh Prince and his followers, the atmosphere in the capital became unusually peaceful.

The marriage of Xu Miao and Shen Wenjun was also put on the agenda. The Imperial Observatory had drawn up several auspicious dates. After some discussion, the two chose the nearest date, hoping to get married early so that they could feel a little more at ease.

The two of them felt relieved, but the servants who were preparing for the wedding had a hard time. The wedding was only half a month away, and they had not had enough time to prepare and arrange everything for the wedding.

Fortunately, the emperor rewarded them with a lot of things and servants, so the pressure of preparing for the wedding on Xu Miao and Shen Wenjun was slightly relieved.

Su Zhizhi also wanted to do something for Xu Miao. After thinking about it, she decided to make a round fan by herself and give it to Xu Miao, hoping to use it to wish Xu Miao a happy and healthy life.

The materials for the round fan were not difficult to make. When daughters from ordinary families got married, they would make their own round fans. However, this was Su Zhizhi's first time doing this kind of needlework, and she was unfamiliar with the process.

But Su Zhizhi refused to believe it and insisted on figuring it out on her own. Unexpectedly, the matter of the round fan was still not resolved, but her hands had a lot of wounds of varying sizes.

Xie Chengjin knew that he couldn't persuade Su Zhizhi, so he simply invited Meng Mu to come.

When Meng Mu entered the yard, she saw Su Zhizhi sitting in the yard struggling with the needle and thread in her hand. She was not careful and the needle pierced her finger. Su Zhizhi felt a pain and subconsciously put her finger in her hand to suck it, but her other hand did not hold it firmly and the thing fell directly to the ground.

Seeing this, Su Zhizhi lowered her head in disappointment, looking pitiful. Mother Meng couldn't help but feel distressed, but she found it more funny.

"Zhizhi, what are you doing?" When Meng's mother saw that Su Zhizhi was about to continue, she quickly interrupted her.

Su Zhizhi froze and subconsciously hid the things behind her back, looking a little uncomfortable. "Mother, why are you here?"

Seeing Su Zhizhi's actions, Meng's mother burst out laughing. "Mother heard you were sewing these days, so I thought I'd come over to check on you. But who knew I'd see you pricked your finger just as I walked outside the yard? Come, let me take a look."

As Meng Mu spoke, she took Su Zhizhi's hand, which was hidden behind her back, and looked at it carefully in front of her eyes. Sure enough, she found many wounds on it.

The heartache in Meng's mother's eyes was about to overflow. "You child, it's also your mother's fault for not teaching you these things. What are you going to do? How about your mother help you?"

Su Zhizhi pulled her hand back somewhat embarrassedly. Hearing what Meng Mu said, she quickly said, "Mother, don't blame yourself. It's all my fault. I was thinking that Princess Changle would be getting married soon, and I didn't know what gift to prepare for her, so I thought of making a round fan myself. But who knew that time was running out, and I hadn't even started yet."

Su Zhizhi became more and more discouraged as she spoke, and in the end she looked like a puppy with its ears drooping limply.

Meng's mother took the needle and thread and began to embroider while explaining to Su Zhizhi. Perhaps it was because she had some talent, or perhaps it was because Meng's mother taught her very carefully, Su Zhizhi got the hang of it very quickly. Although she knew some basic needlework and was not very proficient, she managed to make the round fan before the wedding.

Su Zhizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief after delivering the gifts to the princess's residence. However, before she could rest for long, Xie Chengjin asked, "Have you thought about the gifts for the wedding?"

"Gift?" Su Zhizhi was stunned. Her mind had been on the round fan for a while, and she almost forgot about the gift and the gift money.

"Have you forgotten?" Xie Chengjin was a little amused, but he also knew that Su Zhizhi was busy with other things recently, so he didn't say much.

Su Zhizhi thought for a moment and asked, "What do you think of me giving you some jewelry? If I remember correctly, Nishang Pavilion should have a set of gold jewelry that they collected some time ago. They look very luxurious and would be perfect as a gift."

Xie Chengjin nodded happily, "That's great, of course. The wedding is only two days away, so you should have a good rest during these two days. Look at you, the dark circles under your eyes are almost getting worse."