Upon hearing Yan Wanqing mention the late emperor, Liu Pingzhi became even more deranged.
"You enchantress, you won't die a good death, a slut shamed by thousands—" His words were not yet fully spoken when Liu Pingzhi suddenly quieted down, a look of terror in his eyes. The soldiers behind him loosened their grip; he covered his throat with his hands, blood gushing forth between his fingers.
A standard-issue soldier's long sword was now fully embedded in the Liu family's house beam!
Before he could utter his last dying words, Liu Pingzhi was silenced by the sword that slit his throat, and he lay in the pooling blood, his eyes wide open in death.
Who had acted?
Everyone was horrified, not daring to make a sound.
Yan Wanqing looked calmly toward the door, certain that Xiao Pingfeng had heard enough.
