"Don't worry, my craftsmanship is absolutely fake and no one can tell." Ju Qing patted her chest boldly and assured, then took the sword and left, rushing to the execution site.
At this time, Xia Ziluo sniffed hard and straightened up: "Let's go, the plan will start at noon. Are you ready? If the real princess appears, will she be captured alive?"
"Well, unless she doesn't show up." Murong Xitian reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, feeling sorry for her that she was always so sad, "If I cry so easily in the future, I won't dare to tell you anything else."
"You dare, be careful I'll divorce you." Xia Ziluo pouted.
Murong Xitian burst into laughter, his beloved wife can be very savage sometimes. Husband, is it possible that he, a noble prince, can still go down to the court?
"If you want to divorce your husband, you have to marry first. Therefore, my Luoer can't wait to get married." Murong Xitian's lips were raised, he touched Xia Ziluo's face, and suddenly lowered his head and pecked her lips quickly.
The waiting jailers, Yu Linjun and others immediately turned around and turned their backs to them.
Xia Ziluo's face suddenly turned red, and his little hands turned into weapons, beating Murong Xitian's chest continuously: "Bad guy, I'll ignore you, huh."
"Are you willing?" Murong Xitian saw her turning around and leaving, and hurriedly chased after her.
Xia Ziluo blushed and threw away his hand, pretending to be serious: "Stop making trouble, business is important."
"Okay." Murong Xitian also put on a calm look, but secretly whispered into Xia Ziluo's ear, "Let's talk after we get home."
Suddenly, Xia Ziluo's face turned as red as a tomato.
After they left, the guards in the sky prison immediately changed shifts, reorganized the prison according to Murong Xitian's orders, and rushed to the secret room on the fifth floor.
On the streets of Beijing outside the Tianlao, Xia Qingtian and his son were parading in public.
The people who were watching saw the father and son, cursing, shouting, and throwing vegetables and eggs. For a moment, the crowd was so loud that the speed of the convoy was forced to slow down.
"Don't hit my dad, hit me..." Xia Ziyan yelled, even though he was locked up in the prison car, he still tried his best to protect his dad.
Xia Qingtian lowered his head, said nothing, and sighed endlessly in his heart.
Angry? A little bit.
He had been the most powerful person in his life, and he had suffered this kind of crime and this kind of insult. But soon, this anger disappeared, and he only had the calmness to face death.
When they arrived at the execution ground, Xia Qingtian and his son were covered in dirty mud and water, with torn vegetable leaves on their heads and egg whites and yolks on their faces. They were in a very miserable state.
Murong Xitian and Xia Ziluo had already arrived at the execution ground. Since Xia Ziluo could not show up to avoid triggering a mass riot, he quietly hid in a mechanism under the execution ground and waited.
Although you can't see what's going on outside, you can hear the sound clearly.
"Don't be afraid, we are all veterans and will never fail." Ju Qing whispered quietly into Xia Ziluo's ear, while grabbing her hand to soothe Xia Ziluo's emotions.
Xia Ziluo nodded: "Well, I'm not afraid, you will take care of everything."
Ju Qing felt relieved and listened to what was going on outside.
At this time, Xia Qingtian and his son were escorted to the execution ground by a bare-chested executioner holding a big knife, and they knelt on the ground. Below the execution ground, the onlookers were so excited that they tried to break through the Yulin Army's defense line several times and killed Xia Qingtian and his son to vent their anger.
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Murong Xitian sat on the stage and threw the order on the ground: "The time has come, let's make a decision!"
