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At noon the next day, a large crowd of onlookers had already gathered outside the execution ground at Caishikou in the east of the city.
Qin Minglang, dressed in a dark blue official robe, sat majestically on the execution platform.
The people standing around were all guards from the Dali Temple.
Since returning to Beijing, today can be considered his most glorious moment.
More than thirty people were led into the execution ground wearing heavy shackles. Their mouths were gagged with rags, their bodies were covered in blood, their hair was dirty and stained with blood on their faces, and their features were indistinct. They had obviously been subjected to severe torture.
Staggering, they were all pressed down onto the wooden stakes meant for beheading.
The surrounding people pointed and gossiped.
"These are the people of the Sui Dynasty. They don't look much different from the people of our Zhou Dynasty."
"You are too young to know, but the people of the Sui Dynasty are extremely cruel. In that great battle, our Zhou Dynasty lost many soldiers and generals. I never expected that after so many years, these people are still alive and causing trouble."
"I've heard that too. Their mechanical skills are amazing; they can kill people without them even realizing it. Look, their mouths are covered; there might be deadly traps hidden inside."
Everyone was immediately amazed.
"It is thanks to Lord Qin's forbearance and cooperation with His Highness the Ninth Prince that these villains were captured; otherwise, who knows how much more trouble they would have caused."
"It seems that Lord Qin has put aside his grudge over the theft of his wife. He is truly a good official who cares for the people and the country."
"Lord Qin is mighty!"
When someone shouts, others will follow.
In an instant, the entire Caishikou area resounded with praise for Qin Minglang.
Qin Minglang was extremely pleased with himself.
He raised his hand, feigning seriousness.
"To eliminate harm for the people is my belief. I have been fighting on the battlefield for five years. Today, I have been granted the Emperor's favor and appointed to take charge of the Dali Temple. I will certainly do my duty and speak up for the people."
Everyone cheered and applauded.
For a time, it was the most popular show of its kind.
Qin Minglang was very satisfied. He looked up at the sun, picked up the wooden plaque for the immediate execution, and was about to throw it away.
Suddenly someone outside the crowd shouted.
"I am innocent!"
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