"Has Yan Daoxin's execution date been set?" The person wearing coarse linen clothes seemed totally unnoticeable among the crowd, yet wearing it made Zhu Yu inexplicably nervous.
Lu Qing nodded, "In two days, at the West Market."
Zhu Yu sighed.
According to Da Jin's rules, executions such as beheadings cannot be carried out from the spring equinox to the autumn equinox. Now that more than ten days have passed since the autumn equinox, she had been anticipating news at any moment. Now that there was certainty, she still couldn't help but feel her heart flip over and over uneasily.
"Isn't he supposed to have a final meeting with his family before the execution?" Zhu Yu asked.
Lu Qing gently shook his head, "That person said Yan Daoxin is a monk, so there won't be any steps for family farewells."
Zhu Yu sighed again and did not say anything more.
In the afternoon, Fu Lu returned from outside, accompanied by Fu Wen and He Min.
