The capital, entrance to the market…
Zhou Shu mingled into the noisy crowd as he watched the heavily armed soldiers escort the prisoners into the execution ground.
Mi Ziwen was sitting on the execution platform in the middle of the execution ground, looking elegant and easygoing.
Behind him stood a row of soldiers wielding sabers. These soldiers were tall and muscular, looking extraordinarily mighty.
But in Great Xia, being a muscular man did not mean that he was strong. On the contrary, only those who didn't look very strong, such as Mi Ziwen, were likely to be real experts.
"Stand in front of me." Zhou Shu used his shoulder to block the people around him, giving Haitang space.
He now felt that the reason why Yin Wuyou sent Haitang to his side wasn't for her to serve him but to find a master for me.
She didn't know how to wash and cook, but she was still too young to warm the bed!
