Yuchi was aware of this fact.
And this prison cart, jolting as it was, was approaching the location of the execution ground.
...
South City, Water Prison.
A prisoner with a deathly pale body was dragged out, with two or three soldiers whispering, he was shackled with heavy chains on both legs and hands, a massive iron ball hung on his ankle. His mind was already completely muddled. He looked up, bewildered, at the blinding low sky. It was three-quarters past noon, the best time for execution by beheading.
Behind him, the soldiers urged him on, and before him, the blood-stained Beheading Platform loomed. The prisoner gradually regained his senses, losing control of his bowels.
Next to the Beheading Platform stood over three hundred commoners, some carrying their babies, others holding a bowl of noodles, their eyes fixated on a man in black armor standing on the platform, the atmosphere tense.
