Jiang Youzhi squinted in the crowd and gave Ah Qiu a signal. Ah Qiu flicked his finger, and a small stone accurately struck Yan Beichen’s temple. Already covered in wounds, Yan Beichen imdiately fainted, his neck limply resting against the cage.
Jiang Youzhi originally didn’t intend to knock him out. Letting him suffer awake was the real punishnt.
But unexpectedly, Yan Beichen, at death’s door, still wanted to put up a fight.
Then don’t give him the chance to speak again.
Now it’s just a bit more troubleso, but Yan Beichen’s head will roll today.
The executioner Wang Yuan was a trusted confidant personally assigned by the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Zhang Zhen. Wang Yuan also hoped to promptly execute Yan Beichen and his son. However, as everyone knew, the Emperor was keen on reclaiming the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, and not just the Emperor, but the common people and court officials all longed for their return.
Mr. Wang didn’t dare not report it.
With a stern face, he summoned a soldier and gave so instructions. The soldier mounted a horse and headed towards the Imperial Palace.
At the sa ti, Ah Qiu squeezed out from the crowd.
The sun quickly moved to the zenith. A soldier watching the clepsydra shouted loudly, "Report to the officer, it’s two quarters past noon."
Mr. Wang waved his hand sternly. The soldiers dragged Yan Beichen and his son out of the prison cart.
The fainted Yan Beichen was dragged for a while on the ground before he woke up.
The soldiers began the final preparations before the execution, first verifying their identities. Then, they stripped the father and son of the Yan Family of their upper garnts, their hands tied behind their backs, and forced them to kneel on the ground.
Yan Beichen’s face was a bloody ss, and he made no sound. Extrely weak, he needed to save so strength.
Although he had just passed out, he knew clearly that Mr. Wang dared not not report it, and must have sent soone to the palace.
He was waiting.
This bit of strength must be saved for the most critical mont.
As the third quarter past noon approached, the Yan Family father’s shoulders were held tight by the soldiers, and their hair was pulled forward, exposing a bare neck for the headsman.
Beheading is a skill.
The blade must be sharp, the position precise, and the force must cleverly sever the spine in one stroke.
Soon, the soldier’s voice rang out again, "The third quarter past noon has arrived!"
Just as the soldier finished speaking, Yan Beichen finally used his last breath to shout, "Wang Yuan, you can’t execute yet, the Emperor’s decree is coming! Can you bear the responsibility?"
Wang Yuan frowned. At this mont, soone in the crowd also shouted, "The executioner’s duty is to start the execution at the third quarter past noon, as long as the official acts in accordance with the rules, what cri is there?"
The voice ca from Jiang Youzhi’s guard.
Under Jiang Youzhi’s instruction, the guard continued, "If the official delays and doesn’t execute on ti, the higher-ups will hold you accountable, can you bear it?"
Wang Yuan thought of his superior Zhang Zhen’s instructions before he ca, that he must not delay, and must not give Yan Beichen a chance to survive.
Resolute, Wang Yuan picked up the execution token from the table and threw it to the ground, loudly proclaiming, "The ti has co, comnce the execution!"
At this mont, the soldier he sent had just reported to the Emperor.
He could have reached the Imperial Palace a quarter-hour earlier, but halfway there, the horse he was riding was suddenly struck in the eye by a stone from who knows where, throwing him off and galloping who knows where.
He had no choice but to walk on two legs, and naturally, walking was slow.
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