I died on the first day of the game

The black-haired young man was sitting in a soft chair above the steps, wearing a golden silk white velvet gown, and looked at the person kneeling on the floor indifferently.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow is the execution of the traitor."

A person raised his head, his eyes were sincere, and his words were sincere.

Someone else asked cautiously: "Are you going to let them be executed in public? Or cancel the dance party altogether? While there is enough time now."

The first person who spoke gave him a hard look, and immediately retorted: "What's the matter in public? It's just to deter those untouchables!"

Someone supported: "Yes! They dare to assassinate the king, they deserve what they deserve."

Some people hesitated: "Is it not good? Will it affect the image of His Majesty the King?"

The crowd divided into two factions, arguing a lot, and finally focused their attention on the young man sitting in the upper seat.

Feeling the arrow-like gaze, Yi Mian rubbed the center of her brows with a headache.

A group of people are waiting for him to speak, in fact, he doesn't know what to say at all.

Although he is the king of the country... Wait, is there really such a small country?Not as big as a city...

But I have never been to other countries, where did this idea come from?

Yi Mian coughed twice, pressed down her chaotic thoughts, and said calmly, "Okay, let's go according to the original plan."

In his memory, he organized the dance event. As for the execution, it was a temporary decision after three assassins who shouted "kill the king" suddenly appeared yesterday and were caught.

"Yes, as ordered."

The people below looked eagerly and nodded heavily, as if they had never quarreled, they accepted the order with one voice.

Although there were sincere expressions, it made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Yi Mian simply got up from the chair and waved them away.

Only one person did not leave.

He is the closest subordinate of the king. He took a folded coat at the moment, walked behind Yi Mian silently, and said softly, "Would you like to try on the dress for tomorrow's ball?"

"okay."

Yi Mian unbuttoned her robe casually, and stroked the first button of the clothes. The rough feel made him bow his head.

The shirt on his body was very ordinary, the color was dark, and there were a few frays. It was completely different from the velvet robe in his hand, and it didn't look like a suit that could be matched together.

really weird.

Seeing that he didn't continue to move, the man behind him took a few steps forward, and handed over the dress respectfully, with a hint of urging in his words: "Are you still dissatisfied?"

Yi Mian decided to follow her intuition, she kept moving her fingers, and stroked her collar naturally: "I'm very satisfied, don't need to try it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"But……"

The young man made an appearance that he didn't want to listen anymore, and turned impatiently: "You go out too."

The man didn't object anymore, put down his clothes, and bowed lightly: "Yes."

After dismissing everyone, Yi Mian had the time to look at the palace carefully.

As far as the eye can see, everything is gorgeous, and the furniture is exquisitely crafted, and everything has been cleaned, which is in line with the status of the king of a country.

He walked around slowly, frowning.

It's just...it's a bit too clean, and there's no trace of people living there.

No matter how much doubts you hold, the next day will come as scheduled.

The execution and the ball were held in the same place, and the open space outside the door was filled with flowers and ribbons.

In the end, the young king didn't put on a new dress, so Yi Mian found a slightly longer robe to cover up the ordinary shirt on his body.

He felt being spied on all night last night, especially when he was picking out clothes in the morning, but he opened the door without any abnormality.

"You are here."

There was a line of people waiting in the square, their scrutinizing eyes kept slipping past him, Yi Mian resisted the discomfort that emerged in his heart, and walked in front of three ragged men who were shackled.

You don't need to wait for someone to introduce you, you can tell that they are "traitors".

The background is a colorful dance scene, with shiny gift boxes piled up on the side of the road, and flower petals floating on the ground, the beauty is unreal.

The three of them were disheveled, especially conspicuous among them, out of place with the surroundings.

Yi Mian thought suddenly.

Like he too feels out of place in this place.

The subordinates and guards gathered around enthusiastically, pulling the three of them together and saying, "Your Majesty, they have confessed to their crimes, so let's start the execution!"

People rushed forward, pulling the "criminals" away from him in an instant. In the distance, residents who came to the dance party caught the word "execution" on their ears, and rushed over happily to applaud.

"Execution! Execution!!"

"They all deserve to die!"

Like water pouring into a frying pan, it exploded with a "coax" sound, and the crowd was clamoring around him, and the screams almost burst the eardrums. He couldn't tell whether the crowd was shouting at the criminals or expressing their dissatisfaction with himself.

The malicious eyes fell on those three people, and occasionally turned to look at him, the eyes were full of deep meaning, and the intertwined eyes made people feel cold all over.

"……and many more!"

Yi Mian trusted her intuition for the second time, pushed aside the person standing in front forcefully, and walked in front of the three of them. The man holding the handcuffs was a handcuff he didn't remember much. Yi Mian pointed at him: "Wait, I'm Didn't say you could start."

The man bowed slightly when he heard the words, but he didn't let go of his hand: "But you see... If you delay it, it may affect the start of the dance, what do you think?"

Yi Mian ignored his words and stared at one of them: "Raise your head, don't you have anything to say?"

The person he pointed to finally made a movement, raised his head slightly, and revealed a familiar and blank face.

Although it looks familiar, I don't remember the other person's name.

The man's eyes were slack, and he seemed to have had a lot of effort to open his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Be brave, I have nothing to say."

The two people around him also looked similar to him, and kept silent.

The guard smiled softly: "You see, they have no repentance, and death is the best ending we can give him."

Yi Mian was speechless for a while, and the crowd surged up again, pushing the three of them further away in an instant.

Surrounded by excited residents, the king pushed him to the ceremony platform. It was a wooden platform half as tall as a person, with a baffle on the front and a hollow on the back for people to stand on. He went around to the back and found something wrong—a girl with short hair was squatting on it. , holding his hands on his knees with a helpless expression.

She didn't join the "crusade" army, but seemed to be afraid of the crazy crowd.

The sharp-eyed guard instantly noticed her difference, and immediately stepped forward to pull her out: "Who are you?"

Seeing his prey-like eyes, Yi Mian took two steps forward inadvertently: "It's just an ordinary civilian."

"is it?"

I don't know which subordinate sighed without a tone, the guard let go of his hand, and the girl staggered a few steps, wanting to get closer to Yi Mian.

The people gathered at the ball were talking about it.

"do you know her?"

"No, I don't know."

"I've never seen this man either."

Until someone's sharp shout suppressed the whispers of others.

"I know! She is an assassin who took the opportunity to infiltrate us! She must also want to hurt the king!!"

There is no evidence for this endless sentence, but it made the crowd boil again, as if they had discovered some terrible secret, and the intensity was no less than that of a criminal who was executed. The more excited they were, it seemed that they saw the girl stabbing the king with a knife.

Yi Mian had no doubt that if he wasn't there, the red-eyed residents would rush up and tear the girl to pieces.

"No! I'm not!! I... I'm not an assassin!!"

The short-haired girl was obviously frightened, and retorted with a trembling voice.

"Who can prove it? Anyway, I've never seen you."

A middle-aged woman with an orchid finger sneered, and by the way raised her head and proudly looked at her neighbors around her. These people did not disappoint her, and they all pointed out in unison that they had never seen the girl in front of them.

"Where does your family live? Who else is there?"

The girl was stunned, her face became paler, she bit her lip and said, "I...I don't remember..."

The guard recorded their questions and answers in a decent manner, and sighed: "In this case, Your Majesty, it seems that there will be one more criminal today."

Yi Mian was incredulous: "You have no evidence!"

The guard pointed at the crowd: "She, he, they can all be witnesses."

"I am willing to testify! It is also our responsibility to protect national security!" The people who were pointed out showed a unified smile and proudly puffed up their chests, as if they were doing something great.

The young man glanced at the faces with almost the same upward curve of the corners of the mouth, so unfamiliar that he resisted, but these suspicious "outsiders" seemed a little familiar.

He suppressed his throat and said in a solemn voice: "Okay! I don't agree, she is just an innocent resident."

The crowd was quiet for a few seconds, and the voices of accusations came out one after another.

"Your Majesty, although I respect you very much, but..."

"What's wrong with you? She is obviously not from our place!"

"Aren't you concerned about our safety?!"

The scene was even more chaotic than before, everyone was clearly targeting him with every word, Yi Mian couldn't help but have a thought in his mind, maybe he should obey the opinions of the majority...

Realizing this, he immediately looked at the trembling short-haired girl next to him. The familiar feeling diluted the thoughts in his mind. He stabilized his mind and said firmly: "No."

People obviously did not give up, and continued to shout with persuasive or vicious words, and some even fell to the ground and covered their faces and cried.

The guard closest to him gently grabbed his wrist and opened his mouth to say something.

The cold touch was like handcuffs, and a shudder spread on the skin, Yi Mian threw the other side away suddenly, and blurted out: "Have you forgotten my identity?!"

The noise stopped abruptly.

Yi Mian was also taken aback.

His voice was not loud, but panic flashed across everyone's faces, and they all apologized.

"No, no, you are the king."

"I'm sorry we were rude..."

"You are the king!"

He kept everyone's reaction in his heart, and his doubts did not decrease but increased, but no matter what, he could finally stop this farce.

The dance ended without a problem, Yi Mian left with the short-haired girl, and no one dared to stop her.