The sky was gloomy, and the rain was soft.
Early in the morning, the people of Ya City had all risen early. The lengthy Ancient Stone Street was surprisingly filled with people in straw raincoats, their expressions a mix of helplessness and regret.
Within the prisoner's cart, the Young City Lord, now hardly recognizable as human, was pushed by several Prison Officers towards the execution ground.
The execution site was right at the city gates, where jade merchants used to trade. Now, they stood on both sides of the road, silently watching the Young City Lord.
"In the end, it's all because of these jades," someone muttered.
"Yes, possession is a crime. What heinous acts could such a young City Lord commit?"
"Even if he poisoned Jiang Jiutao, it was probably his last good deed for the people of this city."
No one threw rotten vegetables or spat; there were only long, drawn-out sighs.
A lifetime of good reputation, yet unable to escape the fate of death.
