After the long winter passed, Shengjing City moved from January to February.
The news of Lin Xiang retiring to his hometown was not as sensational as the full execution of the members of Prince Zhan Mansion.
On the eighth day of February, the sun began to shine a little.
In front of the market gate, Prince Zhan, Consort Wei, and their three sons all knelt in unison.
At noon, the execution began.
As the knives carved the flesh one cut after another, all five screamed in pain.
This method of execution was far less quick than beheading.
Below the stage, Mrs. Jiang stood prominently in the crowd.
Accompanying her naturally were Yu Wenjie and Prince Sang Deng.
The three stood out among the common spectators, clearly different from the ordinary citizens who came to watch.
Their eyes were filled with wanton delight.
The knives cut away the flesh of Prince Zhan, but to Mrs. Jiang, it felt like each cut was reclaiming her past.
After watching for a while, she said indifferently.
