After her transformation and rebirth, she manipulates the innocent and ruthless to overthrow the wor

This was the first time Zeng Jitian had seen the sunlight in days.

The sunlight was supposed to be bright and warm, but when it shone on him, he only felt cold.

He was locked in a prison van with a yoke around his neck. He couldn't lower his head; he could only look around.

The bustling city was filled with people, but now they stopped to look at the large convoy of prison vans, pointing and whispering, their eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

Suddenly, a piece of rotten vegetable leaf was smashed on the prison van in front of Zeng Jitian.

The man cried out in pain, glaring around angrily, trying to find the murderer.

But what followed was just more and more rotten vegetable leaves, and even some rotten eggs.

Perhaps it was to express their anger and sense of injustice, because they or their families might be victims of these high-ranking criminals of the imperial court.

Zeng Jitian was not spared either, and was hit all the way.

When they arrived at the execution ground, the officers and soldiers escorted them one by one to the execution platform, until Zeng Jitian.

"Even if this person is quiet, the others are so noisy they're giving me a headache."

The soldiers escorting him were talking to someone nearby, as if they were objects to be treated.

"Don't you know who you're betting on? He's Zeng Jitian!" the man teased.

Suddenly, he felt the soldiers escorting him tighten their grip even more.

"I see. Then I'll have to work harder..." He looked around again, searching for people from the Minister's residence, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant, "Maybe the Minister will see how hard I'm working and give me a promotion."

On the execution platform, besides Zeng Jitian, there were six other serious criminals of the imperial court. At this moment, the shackles around their necks were finally removed, but their hands and feet were bound and they were forced to kneel on the platform.

Zeng Jitian looked at the crowd, a dense mass of people. Although this was a place for killing, there was not a trace of fear in their eyes; in fact, some even looked on with glee.

The judge dropped a token.

"It's noon; the execution is imminent."

The cold blade hung against his neck, then rose high. The next strike would mean death.

At this critical moment of life and death, when everyone else was closing their eyes in fear, he suddenly thought of a woman.

On the cruise ship on the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, the lights were on, and a woman dressed in colorful clothes and with her face veiled by a thin veil stood on the high platform in the center.

He knew her so well that he knew at a glance that the woman was not Hanxiang.

He searched everywhere until, in an inconspicuous corner, Hanxiang, to the utter astonishment of Wu Wenyuan, the son of the Minister, ruthlessly pushed him into the lake.

Zeng Jitian was taken aback and immediately rushed to her side. Seeing that her clothes were disheveled, he immediately knew what had happened.

Hanxiang trembled all over, and he hugged her: "Don't be afraid... You go first, I will explain for you."

But Hanxiang collapsed into Zeng Jitian's arms, utterly powerless. "Zeng Lang, he just wanted to..."

Zeng Jitian hugged her tightly, silencing her with a single, "Don't be afraid."

Soon, people were drawn by the commotion of Wu Wenyuan falling into the water. When they saw that the young master Wu's expensive robes were scattered on the ground and that the jade pendant symbolizing his status was broken in two, they were immediately shocked.

It should be noted that the courtesan's pleasure boat had no other male guests, only the extravagant young master Wu and his few lackeys.

Suddenly someone pointed at Zeng Jitian and shouted angrily, "You pushed Young Master Wu into the lake!"

His voice was loud, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

The person next to him immediately said:

"Quickly, save Young Master Wu! He can't swim!"