Just after everyone arrived here, when the king spoke of executing those filthy and unkempt people, Zhao Tong thought she was doomed, but unexpectedly, those armored warriors didn't touch her.
Zhao Tong was still feeling fortunate, thinking her luck was quite good today, but now she had run into trouble.
After witnessing the terrifying death of Lv Yingxi, Zhao Tong felt that being beheaded by those warriors might have been better, at least the method of death would not be so painful.
"Answer me, are you willing to offer your heart to alleviate the king's headache?"
The king demanded an answer.
Zhao Tong, with her head lowered, muttered, "No... I do not wish to!"
She had the mindset of an ostrich; she dared not refuse the king loudly and didn't want to offer her heart, so she muttered softly, but the king heard her anyway.
"Thou art disloyal!"
The king stared coldly at Zhao Tong. "Sentence her to death!"
