"We shall share the same bed in life and the same grave in death." Xie Qianzhong held Song Tangxue's hand tightly, and Song Tangxue's tears flowed uncontrollably. Xie Qianzhong then leaned down and kissed away her tears: "What is there to fear in life, and what is there to fear in death?"

"Tang Xue, I don't blame you, I love you." Xie Qianzhong said such explicit words for the first time: "I will walk ahead of you later, I will scout the way for you on the way to the Yellow Springs."

Song Tangxue shook her head, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably: "You shouldn't be like this, you should be the center of attention, you should be in the prime of your life..."

"Oh, aren't these two star-crossed lovers?" Song Tangxue's maid kicked open the door, and Song Tangli clapped her hands as she looked at the two of them.

"So eager to pledge your loyalty?" Song Tangli looked at them with a smile: "Sister, after you die, all those shops will be mine. When I become the Crown Princess, I will definitely burn money for you every year."

There were no outsiders here. Song Tangxue was already a dying woman. Song Tangli finally tore off her hypocritical mask and said viciously.

"I'm going to take over your biological parents, your shop, and marry your fiancé. You'll get nothing in this life!" Song Tangli said arrogantly, swaggering around the two of them.

Xie Qianzhong tenderly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her back with his hand.

Seeing her miserable state, Song Tangxue was finally satisfied: "Weren't you always so arrogant? What nonsense about serving the country and the people? Everyone has to look out for themselves!"

"Look at everything I've done, it's all for my purpose. I'm sure I can achieve it. Song Tangxue, you can't do that!"

"You only deserve to be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life." Song Tangli said these words with a fierce expression before leaving.

Xie Qianzhong held the trembling Song Tangxue in his arms. Song Tangxue was completely unable to control herself as she thought of her past life. Could it be that even though she had been reborn, she still couldn't change anything?

What is the point of living this life again? Just to drag down someone with extraordinary talent?

Before the two could exchange more than a few tender words, they were dragged to the execution ground, and Song Tangxue's eyes were red from crying.

When they finally parted, Xie Qianzhong lowered his head and quickly placed a kiss on her cheek: "Don't cry, I'll go with you."

Considering Xie Qianzhong's contributions over the years, he should be beheaded and his head displayed to the public as a swift and painless act.

Xie Qianzhong was forced to lie on the execution platform, and he smiled at Song Tangxue: "You're ugly, don't look, don't cry."

Song Tangxue tried frantically to break free from the restraints around her, but the arms of those people held her like iron clamps.

Her desperate struggles were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; she was easily suppressed.

A warm sensation landed on her face, followed by a bloody blur that, carrying a warm feeling, slammed into Song Tangxue's face. Song Tangxue cried out in despair, "Xie Qianzhong!"

The only response she received was the rolling head; that person would never speak again.

"Pfft." Song Tangxue vomited blood. The jailers showed no mercy. There would be many more places to bleed later. What was a little blood?

When the blade touched her body, Song Tangxue regained some of her senses and, with each slash, sliced ​​off pieces of flesh and placed them on a tray.

"Xie Qianzhong..." Song Tangxue kept murmuring these three words, as if they were the best wound medicine and painkiller, just by saying them she could generate boundless courage.

When the pain accumulated to a certain point, she became numb. Song Tangxue closed her eyes, her heavy breaths filled with the stench of her own blood.

While she was in a coma, Song Tangxue began to look forward to finally seeing that person again.

As dawn broke, the sunlight streamed into the prison cell, filling the small cell with warmth and comfort. Yet, Song Tangxue was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Like a stranded fish gasping for breath, filled with lingering fear, he swallowed hard and touched his face: "It's still intact, it wasn't cut off..."

Song Tangxue leaned against the wall, her mind tense, her temples soaked with cold sweat, hanging down her forehead. A gust of morning breeze, icy and biting, slowly brought her back to her senses.

Realizing what she had dreamt about, Song Tangxue felt an urge to go back in time and slap herself twice.

Why fantasize about anyone but Xie Qianzhong? Xie Qianzhong is heartless... and he'll eventually ascend the throne.

Throughout history, emperors have had three palaces and six courtyards, with countless beauties in the palace. She too could end up as a dusty fish pearl, growing old and dying in the palace.

Walking the same old path from my past life...

No, this was something she would never allow. When she opened her eyes again, Song Tangxue's bright eyes were clear. Right now, they were just partners, and she needed to use his power to get herself out of trouble.

After clearing her head, Song Tangxue took a few deep breaths.

"Even if Xie Qianzhong really said those things..." Realizing that she had started thinking about something again, Song Tangxue slapped herself across the face without any mercy.

A burning, tingling sensation spread across half my cheek before I could finally forget the world of my dream.

To try and win Xie Qianzhong's heart is utterly suicidal...

He turned his palm down and touched a crumpled piece of paper. It had three words different from those in his dream, which he hadn't noticed at the time.

There was a series of footsteps outside, chaotic yet matching the footsteps in her dream, which inevitably made Song Tangxue feel panicked.

It was indeed Li Zong and his entourage who entered.

He was accompanied by ten trays covered with black cloth. Song Tangxue concealed her emotions and prepared to improvise.

"Miss Song, you seem to think this prison cell is your home," Li Zong said with a forced smile, continuing his daily question: "Miss Song, are you still not planning to confess today?"

Song Tangxue proudly stretched her neck and turned her head, her gaze falling on the small window. The golden, brilliant morning glow hung in the distant sky, but unfortunately, she was trapped and had to miss such a beautiful sight.

"I've said it many times, I am innocent!"

Li Zong smiled coldly, his thin face contorted with rage, looking utterly terrifying: "Song Tangxue, what place is this? Dali Temple!"

“Even if the King of Hell wanted to keep you, he would have to see if I agreed.” Li Zong waved his hand, and a group of people stood behind him in turn: “These are all good things. Why don’t you take a look, Miss Song, and see which one you like?”

The black trays were opened one by one, and without exception, they were all instruments used in executions.

Song Tangxue's brow twitched violently. She had always managed to avoid it by chance before, but now Li Zong was planning to be ruthless.

“I’ve never seen anyone so defiant when they’re on my turf.” Li Zong observed Song Tangxue’s expression, hoping to see her in pain, fear, and deep regret.

Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed. Song Tangxue glanced at the things casually and said, "So Lord Li's methods of handling cases are so simple and efficient."

Li Zong sensed the teasing in her words: "As long as the method achieves the goal, who cares if it's respectable or not? So, Miss Song, are you planning to confess?"