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The afternoon gate was the only place to watch an execution in Qin Capital which had extended for several hundred years. All the prisoners who had been sentenced to death would eventually be escorted to the afternoon gate for public execution in order to achieve the effect of stun recording.

From ancient times until now, countless criminals had walked towards the end of their lives. Among these people, from the merchants to the servants, to those who were extremely vicious, from the rich to the rich, from high-ranking officials to the imperial family.

But today, a special prisoner had arrived at the afternoon gate, causing a huge uproar within the Qin Capital.

He was the current Crown Prince, Nangong Chengye.

The crown prince was deposed for poisoning Empress Dowager Minde.

Once the crown prince was publicly executed, it could be said that this was the first time in history that a grandson had tried to poison his grandmother. This was against common sense, and it was also a scandal, a huge scandal within the imperial family.

But this time, their emperor chose to use such a high-profile method. Not only was the scene of Crown Prince's death sentence watched by tens of thousands of people, they even chose to kill him because of his lack of dignity.

It must be known that this was the eldest son of the Emperor, born to the Middle Palace Empress and granted the position of Emperor. Over ten years old, this Crown Prince, who was highly favored by the Emperor, had unexpectedly died in the hands of five beasts, with not even a single corpse remaining.

At twenty minutes past noon, a squad of officials forcefully escorted a young man in a prisoner's uniform, or rather a young man, onto the execution platform. He was thin, thinner, with a face as pale as paper and filled with fear.

"royal father, your son has been wrongly accused, your son has been wrongly accused! royal father …"

"mother, save your son. mother, save your son. Your son doesn't want to die. Your son really doesn't want to die …"

"mother, save me …"

He was very scared. He was afraid about everything that was about to happen which cause his entire body to tremble.

He had fallen from a high position to a prisoner in one night. Such a huge gap was tormenting him to the point that he was about to go crazy.

He did not understand how he could have turned the pastry into deadly poison by adding a little tree lacquer powder to it. He could not believe that royal father, who had always doted on him, would sentence him to death so easily.

Not even giving him a chance to defend himself or make a complaint?

And mother, who had said that he would definitely save him, hadn't appeared yet. Could it be that even mother was powerless, or that mother had already chosen to give him up?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

Just as he was beginning to panic, the words of a burly member of the Imperial Secret Service sent him into the abyss. The captain looked at him and said,

"With the decree already given, the Prime Minister will personally supervise the execution. Why should Your Highness waste any more strength, every single person facing execution will cry out for injustice, but who knows who will be wrongly accused? However, the only thing that can walk down from this execution platform while gasping for breath is: It has never existed since ancient times. " Thus, he decided to accept his fate. Even though it was the crown prince, he was still not the supreme ruler of this world.

"mother!"

In an instant, Nangong Chengye felt as if all his energy had been sucked away from him. His head spun, and the words of the guards echoed unceasingly. Under the execution platform, he could not hear any of the noisy discussions of the people.

As for him, he naturally did not notice that there was a person on top of a tall building not far away. Her eyes were shining as she gazed at that person.

What kind of person was that?

She was sitting in a very strange position, her head leaning back in the chair, her limbs, her whole body almost pressed against the chair, and she didn't move for a long time.

She looked like a mollusc without bones to support it.

her entire body was wrapped in a large black cloak, so it was impossible to see her appearance or expression. All you could see was a wisp of white hair fluttering in the wind at her temples and a pair of deep black eyes.

In front of her, there was a metal window. Due to the angle, she could see everything that was happening below, she could even clearly see that face full of fear.

Worry, anxiety, grief, anger, heartache, despair, apocalyptic resentment … Countless complex emotions flashed through her eyes, but in the end, all of them were as calm as still water.

"Is this what you want me to see and hear?" The coarse and hoarse voice was like that of 80 old women, without the slightest ripple. If one listened carefully, however, it emitted a strange, dense, bloodthirsty feeling.

"Sigh …"

The elegant room fell into a short silence. There was clearly no one in the room other than her, yet after a moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded out. Under the sound of the voice, one could actually feel a trace of horror.

"I haven't seen you in so many years. I didn't expect your heart to be even more ruthless than before …"

The wall beside the cabinet automatically parted, revealing a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes. A gentle voice came from within.

It turned out to be a secret passage behind the wall. The owner of the voice slowly walked to the side of the cloaked woman and took off the veil covering her face.

It was an extremely delicate face. It lacked the innocent look of the past and had an extra sense of elegance. A few were round and dignified, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

The cloaked woman was no stranger to this face. It could even be said that she was familiar with this face down to her very bones, making her not dare to forget it even in death.

"Big sister, don't you feel heartache?" The woman's eyes swept past the window, then looked at the cloaked woman. As she said that, she reached out her hand to lift up the black drapery cap on the cloaked woman's head, and when she saw the face covered with decaying scars underneath the drapery cap, her eyebrows creased slightly. Her voice couldn't help but pause for a moment, before turning back and letting out a delicate laugh.

"Look, Ye is so scared. He's crying for the mother to save him. After all, he was born in your womb in October! "

She emphasized the last four words. If someone were to hear her words, they would definitely be shocked.

Crown Prince Ye is actually not the direct descendant of the Middle Palace Empress?

If word of this got out, the entire Yuejing would probably cause a huge wave once again.