Er Mao seemed to sense something, and his whole body stiffened. He had a premonition of what was going on, so he quickly closed his eyes.
then.
With a "snap" sound!
Almost instantly, a deafening roar of vulgar curses, applause, and joyful laughter swept in.
A wave seemed to rise from the crowd, and the air seemed to grow increasingly hot amidst the clamor, like water that had been boiled.
Er Mao was caught up in it all, completely dazed, but his father was clapping and cheering. Er Mao watched his father's movements and expressions and mechanically and stiffly followed suit, clapping and cheering.
The execution ended just like that.
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On the way home, Er Mao learned from his father that the tyrannical emperor had been so frightened on the execution ground that he was completely disoriented and looked like a wilted eggplant.
After listing her crimes, the tyrannical emperor was utterly devastated. With the final shout, she was so frightened that she collapsed and fainted completely, which is why the laughter erupted.
As for extreme punishment, that's out of the question. This tyrannical ruler was not subjected to the death by a thousand cuts. She was simply placed on the guillotine after fainting, and the moment the blade fell, her life was ended.
For a tyrannical ruler, this was undoubtedly an extremely merciful way to die.
It was for this reason that Er Mao heard many of her companions complaining on the way, saying that this way of dying was too lenient for the tyrannical emperor. Even if she wasn't executed by slow slicing, she should at least have been torn apart by five horses to make sense.
However, Uncle Zhao Zhennan had a different opinion. He said that His Majesty had already overthrown the Jin family's tyranny, and that imposing extreme punishment would only increase the bloodshed and cruelty. His Majesty did not need such methods now, so this one stroke was enough to show the punishment.
Er Mao vaguely felt that Uncle Zhao Zhennan's words made more sense.
After all, he dared not watch the cruel and bloody execution. If he really saw the tyrant being executed today, Er Mao thought he would never forget it for the rest of his life, not to mention how many nightmares he would have after returning home.
"It's fine as it is," Er Mao muttered involuntarily, then looked up at the road ahead.
The deep red sunset spread across the road, and the distant sky was incredibly beautiful, a scene that Er Mao could hardly look away from.
It was already evening.
They were supposed to be home before evening, but after the execution, His Majesty spoke of a general amnesty, saying a great deal, and almost everyone cheered with joy.
This is why Er Mao's journey home was delayed.
But it doesn't matter, because it will be very close to home.
Er Mao was still holding his sister's hand, but his sister was now unable to walk and her face was full of fatigue. Er Mao asked his father to carry her back, but the little girl stubbornly insisted on holding his hand and walking together.
"How are you? Tired?" Er Mao said with a smile, looking at her listless appearance.
"Hmm." Wen'er made a bitter face.
"You've come all this way, what are you watching? Look how tired you are, little girl." Er Mao winked and said this for the third time.
Wen'er then smiled, tilting her head to look at Er Mao, and said with a smile:
"Wherever my brother is, there is liveliness."
"I feel like today was worthwhile."
These innocent words startled Er Mao, but he couldn't figure out why, so he habitually smiled and rubbed his sister's head.
The setting sun grew increasingly red, and they were getting closer and closer to home. When they reached a low sapling, Er Mao had a sudden thought, let go of his sister's hand, and ran over.
"Brother, what are you doing?" the little girl asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Er Mao hurried away, and soon he hurried back. He stood in front of his sister, grinning and with his hands behind his back.
"What are you hiding in your hand?" Wen'er asked with a smile, her eyes crinkling into crescents.
"Ding ding ding!" Er Mao shouted with a laugh, then reached his hand out from behind his back.
Those were two flowers.
Upon seeing the flowers, Wen'er beamed with joy.
Er Mao reached out his free hand and took the two gardenias, which had been dried out and turned yellow from being stuck in his sister's ram's horn whip, and casually threw them on the ground.
Then, he inserted the fresh flowers he had just picked from the tree into the flowerpot.
Just like the flowers that were thrown away, the flowers that were put back on were still gardenias.
The only difference is that they remain pure white and flawless.
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