C186 Life-Suspended Line

The execution grounds.

There was a sea of people around them. Outside of the execution grounds, the imperial guards were lined up in a dignified formation. Their momentum was quite great.

In the center of the execution grounds, the axe, axe, and chopping board had all been prepared. Two tall and muscular executioners stood beside the chopping block, in their hands were long swords that exuded a cold, chilling light. Just a glance at them would cause anyone who saw them to feel a chill down their spine.

There were three seats on the mat.

The one sitting in the middle was the powerful right Prime Minister Ye Wenfu. At the moment, his expression was as calm as water, but his eyes flashed with a proud look.

Seated on the left and right were the President of the Ministry of Justice and the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice.

Xie Qingrong was brutally pulled out of the prison cart by the imperial guards, the sight of him filled with deep emotions of disgust, while a trace of killing intent gradually spread out.

The hands of the imperial guard who was twisting her body felt a chill. It was as if a cold air was emitted from her body and was gradually transmitted into his heart through his hands.

After being stunned for a moment, Xie Qingrong was let go.

The journey from the prison carriage to the execution device was approximately ten steps. Xie Qingrong walked over leisurely, step by step.

His expression was as calm as water, and his eyes were deep and profound.

It was as if she had walked a path of ease, not a path to death.

Her cold gaze swept across the crowd one by one. When her gaze landed on Shang Zhiqing and the rest, it paused for a moment, and then her gaze quickly moved away.

In the end, his gaze that was filled with killing intent stopped at Ye Wenfu.

Ye Wenfu looked straight into Xie Qingrong's eyes, and sneered disdainfully in her heart, but on her face was an extremely stiff fake smile.

Xie Qingrong coldly glanced at the fake smile that appeared to be spread across Ye Wenfu's face as if it was made of paper, and said coldly: "Prime Minister Ye, I have a request."

His attitude of begging was so cold, but today, he was in a good mood. It could be said that he had mercifully satisfied her last wish before her death.

The Prime Minister Ye felt disdain in his heart. He bowed respectfully and said, "May I ask what wangfei wishes to ask of you?"

"There's still an hour before noon. Before I die, I want to have a taste of the Gourmet's wine." Xie Qingrong said indifferently, there seemed to be a sense of nostalgia in her tone.

Ye Wenfu was slightly taken aback, as though he did not expect Xie Qingrong's wish to be so simple, so simple that it was somewhat hard to believe.

Amongst the crowd outside the execution grounds, the smile on Ji Rufeng's face rose by three points, the interest in his eyes grew even stronger, and he said: "Interesting."

Ye Wenfu ordered his men to quickly take the Pear Blossom Wine from the Gourmet.

Xie Qingrong stood at the side of the torture instruments, her limpid and delicate hand rested on the chopping board. Her expression was cold, and the expression in her eyes was as distant as a distant mountain.

However, he was constantly calculating in his heart.

He didn't know if Xuanyuan Chen could receive the message he sent her. He didn't know if he could understand what he wanted to say after receiving it.

She could only gamble, though she might not be able to.

As expected, he was making a big bet with his life.

If Heavenly Sage Kingdom wanted to question and behead the once famous Third Princess, who was also the former Crown Princess, then of course, they would want to travel the streets and show off to the masses.

She had to have passed the five main streets of the capital, and with a cursory glance, she clearly saw a familiar figure sitting on a private seat on the second floor of Gourmet.

She could even recognize Xuanyuan Chen after he turned into ashes.

Only, he was puzzled in his heart, wondering what exactly Xuanyuan Chen was planning to do.

A moment later.

Ye Wenfu called the imperial guards over, but did not bring the Pear Blossom Wine that Xie Qingrong had requested. Ye Wenfu said apologetically: "Princess, I am very sorry, but I do not have the Pear Blossom Wine."

He said he was sorry, but he did not feel sorry at all.

Xie Qingrong was fully aware of Ye Wenfu's thoughts. She only pursed her lips slightly, and an instant later, like a lotus flower with elegance, they slowly blossomed, blossoming with a touch of her unique, gorgeous radiance.

He put on a dirty prison uniform with an elegant demeanor.

The surrounding commoners couldn't help but stare blankly.

They had always known that the Prince of War God of Heavenly Sage Kingdom had the ability to bewitch and seduce kingdoms, but never did they expect that the Duke's consort would also have such a bewitching appearance.

Xie Qingrong was already aware of the news that was being transmitted over.

If the imperial guards could successfully bring in the Pear Blossom Wine, it would mean that the wine was the last one to be decapitated. Unfortunately, there wasn't any. It seemed like there was still a possibility of this happening.

Xie Qingrong raised her head and looked towards the sky. The sky that was originally densely covered in dark clouds had unknowingly become bright.

On the execution grounds, the hour turning wheel had already pointed to a quarter past noon. Three quarters of an hour was soon to come, just waiting for the east wind.

Ye Wenfu seemed to be in a good mood as he casually asked, "Royal Consort, do you have anything else to say?"

Xie Qingrong glanced at Ye Wenfu, who was in high spirits, and sneered, "Prime Minister Ye, I'll give you a word of advice."

"I'm all ears." Ye Wenfu laughed.

Hearing that, Xie Qingrong laughed playfully, and said: "Everything is advised not to hide anything from me, there's a god in my head."

Ye Wenfu's originally joyful mood instantly darkened, his face alternating between green and white.

This woman was still so stubborn even in the face of death.

At this moment, the sun was shining on the hands of the hour wheel, and the reflection just so happened to fall on the three quarters of an hour past noon.

The time had come.

Ye Wenfu returned back to his seat as a supervisor and took out the supervision jade tablet from the bamboo tube. He threw it on the ground with all his might, and the clear sound of the jade tablet resonated.

"It's noon. Execute the execution."

Drum sounds rang out, resounding across the horizon.

The executioner grabbed the turbid wine beside him, swallowed a mouthful, and sprayed it all over the cold blade. The blade was sharpened, suffused with a cold light.

The executioner extended his hand out to push Xie Qingrong onto the execution platform, but saw that she did not panic or rush to push him away, and calmly extended her hand out to the execution platform.

Extremely relaxed.

The smile on his lips was like the fresh peach blossoms that bloomed in March, completely covering up the scorching sun.

The executioner also admired her courage before she died. He swore that he would not let her die in a sorry state.

Just as the long blade was about to cut down, at the critical moment, a man who looked like a guard on a horse came galloping over.

He shouted, "Leave people behind!"

Hearing the tone of the person, Ye Wenfu was startled, but inwardly thought that it was not good, and immediately ordered the executioner: "What are you waiting for, execute him."

The executioner's hands recovered in an instant, and he hacked down hard from top to bottom.

"Ding — —" A crisp warning sound could be heard, it sounded like the sound of a jade striking, and in the middle of the executioner's blade, a clean crack appeared, and then, the blade broke.

The jade artifact that had cracked the longblade was just a small hairpin, but it seemed to contain a thunder-like energy.

It turned out that at the moment of life and death, Ji Rufeng saw the executioner still trying to behead him. In the next moment, he pulled out the jade hairpin that was on Shang Zhiqing's head.

It was aimed straight at the long sword.

He had saved Xie Qingrong, whose life was hanging by a thread.