Chaoge's South Market.
What set the South Market apart from the West Market and East Market was the absence of Daoist fortune-tellers.
Today, however, Wang Chan, who had once again descended from Cloud Dream Mountain, filled that gap.
Zi Shou arrived at the hastily prepared execution ground in his royal carriage.
The Dark Phoenix Guard had already arrived, but they had yet to bring the prisoners onto the platform.
The commoners gathered around, unaware of what was happening, looked at the Dark Phoenix Guard with nothing but respect.
Zi Shou felt helpless, and then more helpless still.
But after being stabbed in the back so many times, he had grown used to it and already had a set of countermeasures.
So what if I've been backstabbed time and again? Not even the lord of double-crossers can stop me from making my trades.
Zi Shou was perfectly serene.
Harsh punishment and torture were his greatest killing moves.
The spectators might be chatting merrily now, but once the prisoners were dragged up and sliced apart, cut by cut, would they still dare make a sound?
Everyone would fear for their own lives!
Impose harsh penalties! Use Pao Luo, the Scorpion Pit, and death by a thousand cuts!
Chong Yingbiao was watching the execution ground. Not expecting King Zhou to come as well, he hurried forward and cupped his hands. "Your servant did not expect Your Majesty to come too. This..."
"Your Majesty has gone to such trouble, personally attending to even these trifling matters."
Zi Shou, who was counting on harsh punishment to earn himself some infamy, felt his temper flare the instant he heard that.
Why the fuck do you think I came?
*What foolish tyrant wouldn't rather stay in the palace playing with his beloved consorts all day, reveling in