That day, Prince Qui was slapped with humbleness when he realized that death was not something that he could stomach at the age of six.
They were a good foot away, their royal attendants standing behind them, also forced to witness the gruesome scene. During these early years of the Heping Empire, the emperor had not spent the rest of his day behind a huge table. He was almost always clad in his metal armor or his military jacket, his inevitable daily life of sitting on the throne still not sinking into him.
He still thought of himself as a soldier than the ruler chosen by the people. The emperor still handled more of the military business than the political matters that needed his attention. So there he was, reading the man his violations and the death penalty order he signed himself.
