Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

Seven days later.

The sun is shining brightly, it is noon.

Batch after batch of criminals were taken to the execution ground. As the executioner's order fell to the ground, heads fell one by one, and blood splattered on the spot.

Because the number of people to be executed was so large, they were divided into several batches, and the entire street was filled with prison vans carrying the prisoners to the execution ground.

In order to maintain order, the imperial court also dispatched a large number of officers and soldiers to guard both sides of the streets.

On the execution ground, corpses were piled up like mountains and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

After the execution, the bodies were carried by the clerks present to small carts specially used for transporting bodies.

Then the next batch of prisoners arrived.

When these prisoners entered the execution ground, all they saw was blood all over the ground, it was like hell on earth.

They cried and howled in fear, and then were forced to their knees.

If you accidentally touch the blood on the ground.

I can feel that there is still a trace of warmth left on it.

"I don't want to die, please let me go, I am innocent, I am innocent..."

When Song Yirou was taken to the execution ground, she cried and howled like a madman.

His entire face was smashed, one eye was sunken, and his nose was crooked with dried blood on it.

His hair was a mess, flies were flying around his head, he smelled bad, his prison uniform was torn and barely covered his body, and there were signs of beatings all over his body.

"You damned beast, you evil creature... Just because of you, such a disaster has been caused..."

The man who spoke was Song Yirou's father. He stared at Song Yirou with red eyes. If he hadn't been tied up, he would have wanted to tear her apart alive: "It would be better if you died, why did you still implicate us... It's really unfortunate for our family to have given birth to such an evil creature like you."

"Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Song family... Can you murder the princess? Have you ever considered the family, your parents, when you did things..." Song's mother accused Song Yirou with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of resentment.

This little bitch caused trouble and caused them all to lose their lives.

What a beast!

"Please spare my life, sir. This matter has nothing to do with us. It was that little bitch who murdered the princess..."

"We didn't even know that!"

"..."

This batch of prisoners included Song Yirou and her nine clansmen. When the order to execute Song Yirou and her nine clansmen came down.

She was imprisoned with her family.

All the injuries on her body were caused by her family. Because of her, the entire clan was implicated.

When those tribesmen saw Song Yirou, they naturally beat her to death.

If the jailer hadn't been watching and the prisoner couldn't die before the execution, she would have been beaten to death by her family.

But even though someone was watching, Song Yirou was not having an easy time. After seven days of torture, she was almost going crazy.

Zou Xing sat in the executioner's seat, ignoring the prisoners' cries and pleas for mercy on the execution ground.

He threw the order down with an expressionless face, obviously he was numb.

As the order fell, the ghost-head knife slashed across the neck.

The sounds of "bang, bang, bang" were heard.

The execution ground returned to silence.

"How many people are left?" Zou Xing asked his deputy while watching the clerks carrying the corpses.

He was already tired and didn't know how many batches this was.

And the blood all over the ground made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Shangshu, there are nearly a thousand more."

After getting this answer, Zou Xing frowned. There are still so many.

At this time, the next batch of prisoners began to be brought in.

The originally quiet execution ground became noisy again. Zou Xing shook his head and sighed.

After executing these prisoners, he will have to ask for leave from His Majesty.

This bloody scene would take him a few days to adjust mentally.

Time passed little by little, and it took nearly an hour to execute all the prisoners.

Next, it was Si Haodang's slow slicing.

Si Haodang was brought up, and Zou Xing gave the order for lingchi.

He let other officials take turns to take charge and left first.

He estimated that the torture would take three days.

…………

Time flies, and seven years have passed in a flash.

In a courtyard of the Princess Zhenguo Mansion.

Xie Lang sat in front of the desk, flipping through a strange black book in his hands. Each page was a universe.

Hearing footsteps, Xie Lang closed the book and saw several mysterious runes written on the cover.

Translated it means 'Book of Destiny'.

The next moment, the book in his hand disappeared.

Wei Qingming walked over. She was already thirty years old.

During these seven years.

At first, Xie Lang analyzed the current political situation for her and let her sit in on court meetings.

Having accumulated a certain amount of experience, she can come up with her own solutions to current political issues.

Xie Lang analyzed these plans again and made corrections.

Step by step, he gradually entered the core of the court.

The voice is also increasing.

From being a weak person in the past, he has become a strong person today.

But she did not forget her original intention, which was to give women the opportunity to become strong.

They started with the revision of the Marriage Law and gradually moved on to the reform of the official system so that women could also control their own destiny.

In her opinion, the strong are respected, but the real strong... should not highlight their own strength by bullying the weak, but should protect those who are weaker than themselves.

Xie Lang had no opinion on this point of view. She had always acted according to her heart. If being a savior could make her happy, she didn't mind being a good person; if being a devil could make her happy, she didn't mind letting all living beings experience what despair was.

Because she is a demon, a demon who does whatever she wants.

However, the concepts are different, but the purpose is the same.

Wei Qingming paved the way for the woman because she wanted to protect the weak, and Xie Lang supported Wei Qingming's approach purely because he liked it.

Isn’t it exciting to promote women’s rights in a world where men are superior to women and go against the yin and yang?

Wei Qingming looked at Xie Lang, whose appearance had not changed and whose aura was still as eerie as ever.

I can't help feeling a little emotional.

But today her mother asked her to come and see her, and she felt a little uneasy.

This feeling comes for no reason.

Thinking of this, Wei Qingming shook his head in his heart, thinking that she must be overthinking it.

"Qingming, seven years have passed." Xie Lang looked at Wei Qingming with a smile. She really treated her as a daughter in the past few years. "You can already stand on your own."

not good……

Wei Qingming's eyes suddenly froze. She rarely lost her composure, but she immediately ignored her manners and hugged Xie Lang tightly with a "puff" sound: "Mom, please don't leave, okay?"

Xie Lang shook his head, without any nostalgia in his eyes. Separation is the norm in life: "When fate comes to an end, it's time for me to go."

As he spoke, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, Wei Qingming shook his head in rejection, tears falling down his face.

Xie Lang just kept smiling. All good things must come to an end, and she had long since become indifferent to that.

At the last moment when Xie Lang lost consciousness, he could still vaguely hear Wei Qingming shouting, "Mom, thank you."

Thank you for saving me and giving me a new life.

I can feel that you are not my mother, but in my heart, you are my second mother.

After Xie Lang left, Wei Qingming took over the position of Princess Zhenguo.

She devoted her life to the pursuit of gender equality and gave everything for it.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Under her influence, more and more women have stepped out of their homes to fight for the same rights as men.

They gradually awakened.

The flames of these women's awakening will eventually spread like wildfire and turn the entire society upside down.