In the twenty-eighth year of the Qin calendar, the winter was full of snow.

The wind was bitter and the snow was falling, and the woman on the tower was dressed in a thin cloth robe, and her hands and feet were firmly in heavy shackles. The woman's mouth was stuffed with tattered and dirty strips of cloth, and her long hair was disheveled to cover her face.

The cold wind swept by, raising her long hair, revealing a hideous and terrifying face. On that face, it was bloodstained, and it was almost impossible to see the facial features, which was terrifyingly tight.

She was escorted up to the castle tower by several soldiers behind her. She staggered and trembled, but it seemed as if she had exhausted her strength in just a few steps. She shrank and walked forward, the cold wind cutting mercilessly through the unscabbed wounds on her body like a sharp blade, and the pain was scorching, but far worse than the pain in her heart.

She looked vacantly at the Dharma field not far from the downstairs of the city.

There was a group of people kneeling, all of her flesh and blood, when she saw the executioner with a long knife in his hand standing behind each of them. The eyes that had been silent for a long time finally fluctuated. She wanted to shout, but she couldn't, so she could only make a "whine" sound. I wanted to cry, but I found that my tears had long since dried up. She blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her long nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and her joints were turning white, but she seemed to know no pain, and the hatred in her eyes burned like a fire, and the hatred turned into a name.

The name was in her mouth, in her heart, in her eyes full of hatred.

Qin Jingsheng! Qin Jingsheng! Qin Jingsheng!

She won't let go even if she dies! She hates people in flesh and blood! ruined her life, and wrote the holy decree of the Yun clan with her own hands! It's all this man, the man she loves all her life!

She shook her head slightly, one could not stand steadily, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", she did not struggle to get up as usual, but knelt silently, she trembled and kowtowed deeply to the side of the Dharma field three times.

She knelt like that, watched quietly like that, as if she was looking at her relatives on the other side of the field, as if she was thinking about the past, and seemed to be thinking about nothing.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon! Chop! As soon as the words fell, the executioner on the throne threw the sign engraved with the word "beheading" forward, making a crisp sound in the solemn court, and the executioners immediately raised their long knives.

Her heart, which had not fluctuated for a long time, seemed to come alive at that moment, the heart-wrenching hatred pierced her whole body, and the warmth of those old years turned into endless hatred at this moment, annihilating all her resignation.

She stared at a pair of phoenix eyes widely, those red phoenix eyes were full of red bloodshots, and her eyes were as terrifying and terrifying as a powerful ghost devouring blood, as if she wanted to imprint this moment deeply in her heart, and never forget it.

As the executioner's hand rose and fell, the five heads brushed to the ground, staining the snow on the ground red, and the red was particularly dazzling. The blood on her neck splattered three feet high, splattered onto the skull that had fallen to the ground, splattered onto the executioner's face, splattered into her heart.

In a flash of thought, she seemed to be crazy, and suddenly got up and was about to run towards the Dharma field. Even if those heads were stained with blood and could no longer recognize the sound and smile in her memories, her heart was still there, her eyes were still there, her hands were still there, she would still recognize those people one by one, which ones were the ones she held her to play with when she was young, which ones taught her to walk, and which ones were the relatives who taught her to babble!

Even if she knew that those people had secretly calculated against her for their own selfish interests when she grew up. She has also hated and resented, but in the final analysis, they are all relatives whose blood is thicker than water, and blood is thicker than water!

She seemed to see her father triumphantly, the moment he was beheaded by Pei De, her father must have died unwillingly! He was loyal to the country all his life, but in the end he died in the jealousy of the emperor!

Seeing that she was emotional, the soldiers on the side pressed her arm and scolded angrily: "If you are not honest again, then don't blame us for serving with whips!" ”

But she ignored it, she rushed to the court like crazy, no one could stop her, she was barefoot, her long messy hair fluttering in the wind, and the shackles on her hands and feet made her very inconvenient, and she staggered all the way to the pile of red snow.

When the people on the side saw her like a ghost, they were so frightened that they took a few steps back. When the chief executioner on the throne saw her run out, he was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the main seat, pointed at the soldiers on the side and scolded angrily: "Are you all dead! How did she get out! Come! Arrest her and escort her back to the prison! ”

After speaking, the soldiers on the side hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, wanting to escort her back to the cell. But she didn't know where the strength came from, she suddenly broke free, knelt down, looked at the blood-stained corpse with a dull gaze, kowtowed heavily, and didn't get up for a long time. Until there was a hint of pain in the back of her head, her eyes went black and she lost consciousness.