Directly opposite the Prefectural Office was Xiangfeng Prefecture's normally bustling vegetable market.
Today, all the vegetable sellers had been driven aside.
Wang Zhi knelt on the ground, an executioner standing behind him.
He already knew how he would end, and he also knew that the rest of the Wang family had not been implicated.
Wang Zhi was deeply relieved.
But beside him, He Dongqing wore a look of despair, his eyes filled with unwillingness to accept his fate.
Some managers and owners from the major medicine guilds had also arrived.
They dared not approach, however, and stood far away, some solemn, some expressionless, and some gloating.
Zhao Chonghong was overseeing the execution today. He glanced at the sky, then tossed a red-tipped execution token onto the ground.
"Execute them."
Wang Zhi chuckled. "Zhao Chonghong, was I wrong?
"You cannot change this world."
Zhao Chonghong remained expressionless and did not answer.
Just then, He Dongqing suddenly roared:
"Yang Ling! Yang Ling, you bastard! Get out here!"
"Stop cursing. From the day you betrayed me, you should have known this would be your fate."
Wang Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Even if you weren't beheaded today, how could I spare you?"
"Uncle! I really didn't betray you! I have no idea why Yang Ling knew about that!"
Tears streamed down He Dongqing's face.
"Please tell Lord Zhao, Uncle. None of this had anything to do with me! I don't want to be beheaded!"
The corners of Wang Zhi's mouth rose. Watching this, he felt immensely satisfied.
Thud, thud-
The two executioners raised their blades and brought them down. Wang Zhi's and He Dongqing's heads instantly fell to the ground.
No one from the Wangzhi Medicine Guild had come today. They simply did not dare.
A thought suddenly arose in the minds of