Time passed so quickly.
Murong Jiu had been reborn in summer, and now, winter was about to begin.
The day Lady Wang was to be beheaded was the day before the start of winter.
That day, the Imperial Court was to behead not only Lady Wang, but also several exceptionally vicious bandits.
However, the bandits who were usually despised today were not pelted with many rotten eggs, while Lady Wang, kneeling and bound on the execution platform, was covered in stinking egg fluid on her head and body, looking incredibly filthy and smelly.
After many days of imprisonment, Lady Wang had already become emaciated and disfigured, her face covered in pustules, resembling a cursed old hag. Only her eyes shone with venomous light, and, with fear of death.
Murong Jiu sat in an elegant room on the third floor of a teahouse not far from the Market Entrance, capturing every expression of Lady Wang in her eyes.
