"Your Majesty... She said your illness is not incurable. She said she can control it temporarily..." Hao Ren was obviously more excited than the sick man. The expression on his sallow old face was very rich. You can't blame him for not being calm.

, for the first time, a doctor said that the prince's illness was not incurable.

Located in the most remote and deserted area of ​​Qiongyang City, there is the execution ground. Today it is very lively. Everyone has their own expression on their face, some are angry, some are regretful, some are pitiful...

On the Xing stage, a woman wearing a pale prison uniform knelt quietly on it, her dark watery eyes stained with tears, looking at the stage with a dull expression, but she didn't raise her head for a long time.

Prime Minister Qin, the supervisor of execution today, is sitting on a gorgeous chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand and sipping it quietly. His sharp eyes are scanning the crowd on the ground. He will not allow execution today.

Any incident occurs.

As noon approached, the guards who had been standing neatly behind Prime Minister Qin dispersed and surrounded the entire Xingtai, not allowing anyone to approach at all.

On the Xing stage, a middle-aged man with half gray hair, his tough face could not hide the weather of the years, and a tired look on his face, was leading a boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old. The boy was also holding a food box in his hand.

, there was an indescribable coldness on his handsome face. He never believed that his mother would poison his grandfather. Looking down at his mother's embarrassment, Xiao Mubai swallowed all the pain.

No matter how bitter his mouth was, he couldn't cry. His sister once said that he was a boy and had to have backbone.

Xiao Shilong looked at the red marks of slaps all over the beautiful face of his beloved woman, her pale clothes were stained with blood, and her red and swollen hands were still trembling. He couldn't help but go up and kneel in front of her.

Gently hold her red and swollen hand.

"Jin'er, I'm sorry, I'm incompetent, I don't have the ability to save you."

The man's hand gradually touched her pale face and helped her tidy up her messy hair. His voice was full of bitterness and his face was full of self-blame.

This middle-aged man is Xiao Jinse's father, Xiao Shilong, and the little boy carrying the food box is Jinse's half-brother Xiao Mubai. Chuzhan is about to allow the family to have a meal to see him off, which is not a big deal here.

There was a strong atmosphere of sadness flowing on the Xingtai stage.

"Husband, I don't blame you. You have to believe me. I never poisoned my father."

Dongfang Jin'er didn't have determination on her beautiful face. Why would she admit something she had never done? She was just unwilling to die. There was no sign of surrender in her moist eyes. She had to face it, even if she died.

You must stick to your own principles.

Xiao Mubai squatted down and put the food box on the high platform, took out the food that had been prepared inside, placed it in front of the woman, and said softly: "Mother, Mubai will always believe in you, these are your usual

You should eat at least a little of your favorite dish." Xiao Mubai narrowed his eyelashes slightly to hide the original emotion in his eyes, but the movements of his hands did not stop. He picked up the chopsticks that had been prepared and took a bite of the dish.

Deliver it to Oriental Violet's mouth.

"Mu Bai..." Dongfang Jin'er choked up. How could she not see that her son was pretending to be strong? At this age, he was acting like a spoiled child in his mother's arms, but now he had to bear so much. She stretched out her red and swollen
Chapter completed!