Eighth Prince glanced at the guard beside him without making a sound. The guard shook his head slightly and stood still. Eighth Prince's expression relaxed slightly, and he nodded to Ninth Prince.
"The time is almost up, it seems Fourth Brother won't be coming..." Ninth Master whispered in Eighth Master's ear in a voice only Eighth Master could hear. Eighth Master's eyes darkened and he murmured, "The fact that Fourth Brother has gathered us all here today is definitely not just for watching the execution. We'd better be careful!"
Ninth Master was startled and felt a chill run down his spine.
Restaurant.
Su Peisheng produced a monocular telescope from somewhere and handed it to the Fourth Prince. "This servant has seen it. This is the best view of the execution ground. Every move on the execution ground can be seen... Your Majesty, please take a look..."
Fourth Master picked up his binoculars and scanned the area in the direction of the execution ground; indeed, the view was clear and distinct.
The Seventeenth Prince walked to the Fourth Prince's side, bowed to him, and the Fourth Prince nodded and whispered, "Is everything ready?"
The Seventeenth Prince nodded calmly and said, "Fourth Brother, rest assured, I have already prepared everything you asked me to do..."
Fourth Master then put down his binoculars, picked up the teacup on the table, lightly brushed the tea surface with wisps of smoke, and smiled meaningfully.
At the execution ground, three prison vans slowly drove in, carrying the three female assassins from the Old Summer Palace.
Three female assassins, shackled in wooden cangues, slowly descended from the prison cart, staggering and swaying as they moved forward...
After being escorted to the execution platform, they saw that three wooden stakes had been prepared on the platform, with a fishing net hanging from each stake. The three female assassins walked together, looked at each other, and showed expressions of fear. Before they could speak, they were pushed aside by the guards and then each was taken to a wooden stake.
Suddenly, someone shouted from underground: "Witch... how dare you assassinate the emperor! You're asking for trouble..."
This immediately ignited everyone's anger, and they all pointed at the three female assassins, cursing, "Damn assassins, they deserve to be torn to pieces..."
The already somewhat noisy market immediately became even more bustling, like firecrackers being lit.
The three panicked instantly, watching as the people below scrambled up like wild beasts, their hands like claws reaching for them, their gaping mouths spewing out nothing but curses. Terrified, they tried to break free, but the guards held them firmly, binding them to the wooden stakes, rendering them immobile.
The man at the very front of the execution platform, his eyes blazing with fury, jumped up and roared at the three men, "Slice them apart..."
The people behind them seemed to be guided by an invisible force, pointing and chanting in unison, "Slice them apart...slice them apart..."
Even the princes on the execution platform had never seen such a spectacle before. They were stunned by the angry aura of everyone and found themselves unable to sit still.
The female assassin on the wooden stake, after days of brutal torture, was unrecognizable. Covered in wounds, she looked at everyone below the stage with a deep-seated hatred for her. She seemed somewhat dazed, and through her disheveled, dirty hair, one could vaguely see the despair and helplessness in her eyes.
Seeing no hope, the woman at the head of the group suppressed her grief and gave her companions a resolute look, as if bidding them a final farewell.
The common people, seeing no despair or hysterical pleas for mercy from the prisoners, grew even angrier. Their curses rose and fell in waves, filling the entire execution ground with the most vicious sounds in the world, making it as dark and merciless as hell.
Seeing that the situation was out of control and fearing it would cause chaos, the judge looked to the Thirteenth Prince for help.
Thirteenth Prince, the executioner personally appointed by Fourth Prince, calmly stood up, took out his token, threw it on the ground, and shouted, "Execute!"
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