Rules

No one had expected the Great Qian Empire to actually move against a local tyrant like the He Family.

That day.

On the execution platform, He Liwu kept muttering.

"My father is the head of the He Family. My father is the head of the He Family. You can't kill me..."

Yet he failed to notice that the head of the He Family was standing right beside him.

The old man's already-aged face was nearly devoid of color. He looked utterly wretched and bewildered as countless citizens below hurled things at them. They had not brought eggs, rotten vegetables, or anything of the sort.

That would have been too extravagant.

They had all brought filthy things like cow dung and horse manure instead.

Some even carried wooden buckets filled to the brim in the latrines, then ran onto the platform and poured them viciously over the head of the head of the He Family.

"What are you doing? Who let you onto the platform?"

Someone from the Ministry of Justice immediately shouted, "You've disturbed public order. Drag him down, issue a warning, and make him write a three-hundred-word self-criticism."

"What? You don't know how to write?"

"Then recite, 'I will never disturb public order again,' one hundred times. Recite it right here, and speak louder."

The offender's face was flushed with embarrassment. He could only grit his teeth and start reciting, but a burst of laughter arose from below.

Many people truly realized that the Great Qian Empire's officials seemed to be different.

This sort of thing was not limited to Yunliu City. Because of the changes in power, many people had not had time to adapt, and there were still many who violated the law and committed crimes.

Every day, blood flowed like a river on the execution platforms.