Then, they saw Li Mohu's head slowly sliding off his neck and finally falling onto the hard ground with a dull thud.
Dead, the head of the embezzler of the consolatory fund had fallen.
Li Mohu, the maternal uncle of the Ninth Prince of the Da Li Dynasty and a royal relative, had been personally beheaded by his nephew, the Ninth Prince.
A dead silence fell over the scene.
"Excellent!" someone shouted loudly.
A sudden roar of cheers erupted; at that moment, Rufeng's popularity had reached its peak.
"Bring them up!" Rufeng commanded loudly again.
Soon, a group of twenty people were brought up by the soldiers, kneeling down in front of the platform in a straight line facing the crowd below.
"It's a misunderstanding!"
"Spare me, Your Highness, spare me!"
"We were forced, forced!"
"Please, Your Highness, spare us! It was the gang leader's order; we had no choice!"
These people cried out loudly, weeping bitterly.
