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Chapter 457 Execution

Li Zhilan looked at the emperor in astonishment.

"Your Majesty, I... I am your own sister, how could you treat me like this?" She clutched his robes tightly. "Before Father passed away, you promised him you would take care of me for the rest of your life!"

“My father also said that those who covet the throne must not be allowed to live,” the emperor said coldly, looking at her. “I am only sentimental, not foolish.”

He could turn a blind eye to the things Li Zhilan did in the past because he had no relatives left; his own sister, born of the same mother, was his only family.

But she actually wanted to hand over the throne to someone else.

Since she doesn't want wealth and glory, then let her go to the underworld to join Pei Huaijin in plotting a rebellion.

The emperor tugged at his robe, and Li Zhilan stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, she tried to grab him, crying out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The emperor turned around and said coldly, "Execution will be carried out tomorrow!"

After saying that, he quickly left.

Shen Fuhan bowed and said, "Respectfully seeing off Your Majesty."

Straightening up, he ordered, "Men, lock Li Zhilan in the cell and await execution!"

The jailer quickly came over.

Having lost her prestigious status as the eldest princess, the jailers naturally became quite ruthless in their actions.

Li Zhilan screamed, but received no pity in return.

The jailer snarled, "Behave yourself!"

As Li Zhilan was forced into the prison, he desperately turned his head and shouted, "Shen Fuhan, you'll die a horrible death!"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her and took Wen Jiayue's hand.

He asked in a low voice, "Shall we go?"

Wen Jiayue nodded, took one last look at Li Zhilan's frenzied appearance, and left side by side with Shen Fuhan.

Stepping out of the prison, the sky was clear and the air was fresh; even the raging cold wind seemed to have softened.

Wen Jiayue looked relaxed and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Shen Fuhan said in a deep voice, "This matter should have been resolved before the Spring Festival, but it has been delayed by more than half a month. However, fortunately, I have kept my promise to you."

Wen Jiayue nodded emphatically: "The next few decades will definitely be filled with comfortable days."

The execution was carried out the next day. Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan went together, accompanied by Xie Yan and Shen Fuyou.

They stood not far away, watching as the ashen-faced Li Zhilan was dragged to the execution platform by the jailers.

The people pointed and whispered among themselves; they had all seen or heard stories, plays, and tales about Li Zhilan, and they all knew about Li Zhilan's deeds.

"She's already a princess, and she's still fighting with other women for a man!"

"Having two male lovers isn't enough; they're always looking for more than they have. They're shameless!"

"She actually tried to poison Lord Shen's wife! How could there be such a vicious woman in the world!"

"I heard she also caused the death of Xie, the woman who made peach shortbread. I even ate some in Jinzhou. What a pity..."

"..."

In the midst of the crowd's anger, someone threw a rotten vegetable leaf first, and the crowd quieted down for a moment before throwing rotten eggs at it.

Li Zhilan was quickly hit, his head and body covered in sticky liquid.

The once-glorious princess had never seen anything like this before. She tried desperately to escape, but was bound hand and foot and unable to move.

For a moment, a fishy and foul smell filled the air.

Li Zhilan glared at them, calling them a bunch of troublemakers!

If she were still the eldest princess, she would have killed them all!

Suddenly, an eggshell fell onto her forehead, and the egg liquid covered her eyes.

She suddenly regained consciousness, but she was no longer herself.

The executioner glanced at the water clock; the time was almost up. He then threw the execution order down heavily.

"Execution!"

The executioner spat some wine onto his blade and decisively raised it.

Li Zhilan barely opened her blindfolded eyes, overwhelmed by immense panic as a series of events from her life flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

One wrong step, and it all came to this. If only... if only I could start over...

The broadsword was raised high, its cold light flashing. The executioner shouted, and the head rolled off, blood gushing out.

Shen Fuyou hurriedly covered Xie Yan's eyes and said, "Yan'er, you'd better not look."

Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue, who was staring intently without any change in expression, and then withdrew his hand.

She had the courage to stab Li Zhilan in the throat, so naturally she wouldn't be afraid of such a scene.

The people were delighted and cheered.

Shen Fuhan and his group did not continue watching and prepared to return home.

Standing in front of the carriage, Xie Yan suddenly knelt down, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Thank you, Lord Shen, for avenging my entire family. My grandfather and the others can rest in peace now. Please accept my bow."

Shen Fuhan gestured for Wen Jiayue to help her up before saying, "You also contributed to the revenge, so there's no need to thank me."

Wen Jiayue said softly, "Get up. From now on, we're family. Don't be so polite."

Xie Yan nodded, but tears still streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Shen Fu was extremely anxious, but with his brother and sister-in-law present, he couldn't do anything. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Yan'er, don't cry. It breaks my heart when you cry."

Wen Jiayue said knowingly, "Fourth brother, you take Miss Xie out for a walk in the street to clear your head. Your eldest brother and I will head back first."

Shen Fuyou nodded vigorously: "Okay, you guys go quickly."

Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan got into the carriage and soon left.

Shen Fuhan said, "I have a day off today, so I have time to keep you company. Would you like to go out?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "Let's go back to the manor."

Finally, the day when everything had settled down arrived, and all she wanted was to escape the hustle and bustle and spend a quiet moment there.

Shen Fuhan took her hand and replied with a "okay".

Back at the manor, Wen Jiayue hugged Zhaozhao, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

The wet nurse and maids panicked and asked one after another, "What's wrong with Madam?"

Wen Jiayue smiled and shook her head, then carried Zhaozhao back to the bedroom.

Zhao Zhao also pouted, her eyes filled with tears, looking like she was about to cry but hadn't.

She didn't know what had happened, she only knew that her mother was crying, so she wanted to cry too.

Wen Jiayue nuzzled her nose and whispered, "Mother is alright."

When she was first reborn, she was at a loss in the face of reality, with only one thought in her mind—to protect Zhaozhao.

She has done it now, and Zhao Zhao will surely grow up safe and healthy.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head, and Wen Jiayue looked at Shen Fuhan.

"There's no time like the present, let's go to Fuming Temple today to fulfill our vow."

Shen Fuhan agreed, "I'll do whatever A-Yue says."

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment: "But if we go today, we might not be able to come back by evening. Let's do it another day."

“Then I’ll go back tomorrow,” Shen Fuhan said. “Taking a day off won’t be a problem.”

Wen Jiayue glared at him: "You're always taking leave. Be careful someone doesn't report you."

He held the hands of the mother and daughter and said seriously, "The case at the Dali Temple can be put aside for now; spending time with you and Zhaozhao is more important."

Even if Wen Jiayue decides to wander the world today, he can resign from his post without hesitation.

To enter a dream and experience one's own life is, in itself, another kind of rebirth.

He already knew that the most important people in the world were Wen Jiayue and Zhaozhao.

Everything else is just fleeting smoke.