The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi quickly stepped forward.

The drowning eunuch had fair skin and a delicate, handsome face; he looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

Xiao Shunzi clicked his tongue twice, saying it was a pity.

"His appearance would be excellent on a woman's face. But on a eunuch's face, it looks too wicked and makes him an easy target... I'm afraid this little eunuch was tricked half to death and thrown into the river."

Li Anqi squatted down, checked the pulse on the little eunuch's neck, and opened his eyelids to look at his pupils.

"He's still alive."

Li Anqi looked up and continued.

"Xiao Shunzi, you keep watch over the surroundings for me and don't allow anyone to come near."

"Yes……"

Just as Xiao Shunzi was wondering what was going on, Li Anqi began to perform first aid for drowning.

Artificial respiration and cardiac resuscitation.

Xiao Shunzi stared in disbelief, his face turning bright red.

He nervously looked around, afraid that someone would see what was happening.

After a moment.

The drowning eunuch choked on two mouthfuls of water, opened his brown eyes in a daze, stared blankly at Li Anqi, and then fainted again.

"Xiao Shunzi!"

"exist!"

"Take him to the Imperial Hospital immediately to see Physician Guo. You must save his life!"

Xiao Shunzi frowned and said, "Then, Your Highness..."

"Don't worry about me, just take him there."

"Yes."

Xiao Shunzi lifted the little eunuch and hurried towards the Imperial Hospital.

Li Anqi frowned, looked at the sun in the sky, and led the horse back to Donghua Gate.

She took out the imperial decree and spoke to one of the gate guards.

"I would like to trouble you, my lord, to take me to the execution ground in the vegetable market."

The chosen young guard had a slightly immature face, like a newly appointed recruit.

He glanced at Li Anqi, then at the imperial edict, quickly helped Li Anqi onto his horse, and rode with him towards the execution ground in the vegetable market outside the Forbidden City.

Li Miao, disheveled and filthy, was transported in a prison van all the way to the execution ground at the vegetable market.

The people shouted curses and threw rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at the prison cart.

"Hey, who is this guy? What did he do wrong?"

In the crowd, an old woman asked the woman next to her a question.

The woman looked at the rotten vegetable leaves in the old woman's basket and said.

"You smashed and cursed without even knowing who it was?"

The old woman smiled and said, "Are there any good ones among those who are taken to the market to be beheaded?"

"This gentleman is none other than the renowned Duke of Jingguo!"

The woman leaned close to the old woman's ear and whispered.

"I heard that the Jingguo Mansion was ransacked last night. The cries and screams could be heard for miles around. It was incredibly noisy!"

"Oh, you can't smash that."

The old woman's smile vanished, her expression darkened, and she dumped all the rotten vegetable leaves from the basket.

“Years ago, when the old lady of Jingguo Mansion was in good health, she often set up soup kitchens and gave us poor people money. She was a great philanthropist! We cannot repay kindness with enmity.”

After saying this, the old woman walked unsteadily, stopping one by one the people who were joining in the fun to throw rotten eggs.

"Don't smash it! Don't smash it! This is the Duke of Jingguo, we can't forget the old lady's kindness!"

However, one person's obstruction is no match for ten people who want to join in the fun.

The crowd continued to shout and curse, as if they would not be satisfied until they drowned the prisoner in a pile of spittle.

Li Miao, disheveled and with his hands bound behind his back, knelt tremblingly in the center of the execution ground, his head bowed so his expression could not be seen.

Behind him stood a burly executioner, his clothes half-open, holding a knife, ready to carry out the execution at any moment.

Zhang Xinjue sat at the table above the execution ground, watching the scene before him with meticulous attention.

The sundial's pointer points to noon.

A soldier stepped forward to remind Zhang Xinjue.

"My lord, it's noon."

Zhang Xinjue looked up at the sun, stood up, took out the imperial edict, and read it aloud to the public once again.

After the imperial edict was read aloud.

Zhang Xinjue straightened his face and said, "It's noon, let's carry out the execution!"

The executioner raised his broadsword and swung it downwards with force, sending a gust of wind whistling past.

"The Emperor has ordered! Spare his life!"

"The Emperor has ordered! Spare his life!"

"The Emperor has ordered! Spare his life!"

The young guard carried Li Anqi on a fine horse, galloping along the center of the street, repeatedly shouting the same phrase.

However, the executioner's blade had already fallen, and there was no time to retract it.

At this critical moment, the young guard drew his bow and arrow, aiming straight at the executioner's blade.

prick--

The butcher's knife was deflected by the arrow, shaving off a tuft of Li Miao's white hair.

The young guard helped Li Anqi off his horse, then went to Zhang Xinjue, knelt down, and said with his hands clasped, "His Majesty has ordered! Spare his life!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Anqi produced the golden token given to him by the emperor.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Zhang Xinjue, the executioner, and the soldiers and civilians present all knelt down.

"By imperial decree, Li Miao is spared the death penalty!" Li Anqi's voice was firm and resolute.

“Your subject obeys!” Zhang Xinjue replied.

Liu Yun looked hurried and squeezed through the crowd, running to Li Anqi's side.

"Miss!"

Li Anqi tilted his head slightly: "Take the master back to Ning'an Village first."

"Yes!"

Liu Yun untied the ropes from Li Miao's back and helped Li Miao up from the ground.

Li Miao swayed unsteadily and reached out his trembling hand to Li Anqi.

"Chess..."

When Li Anqi met Li Miao's red, tearful eyes, she felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Overnight, Li Miao seemed to have aged ten years.

She composed herself and said calmly, "Father, please go in peace. Leave the rest to Qi'er."