Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 170 The Death of Little Ruan
Looking up at the sky outside the window, the sun is in the sky, and it is estimated that noon is not far away.

The carriage circled around a few times, and soon stopped. Jiang Yuan got out of the carriage, and looked towards the place surrounded by the common people.

On the high execution ground, a frail figure was kneeling in the center with her behind his back. His white underwear had turned to dry brown, his hair was disheveled, and his hands were bound.

Standing beside her was a big shirtless man with a glaring big knife on his arm, which was very glaring.

On the official position, sitting impressively is the prince whom he met that day?

It's really new and old hatred coming together.

Looking at Xiao Ruan's back, Jiang Yuan couldn't help feeling a little sad.

When she didn't see it, she could not think about it, and she could still be hard-hearted and only care about herself, but now...
Many days spent with Xiao Ruan flashed before his eyes.

She couldn't even move away now, her eyes were fixed on her back.

After all, she is not as open-minded as she imagined.

"It's noon, execution." The prince yelled coldly, stretched out his hand, pulled out a beheaded plaque, and threw it on the ground.

Jiang Yuan suddenly woke up from his daze and rushed into the crowd.

The big man took away the token behind Xiao Ruan, swung the outline knife, and was about to cut down.

"stop!!!!!!!!!!"

Yes, she was selfish, she was cold-blooded, and she was ruthless, but she still couldn't do it, and watched Xiao Ruan die indifferently.

Xiao Ruan was the one who cared about her, accompanied her and cared about her since she came to this world.

No matter how many times she was in trouble, Xiao Ruan never forgot her.

No matter how cold she is, no matter how many times she pushes Xiao Ruan into the fire pit, she will always smile.

In her mind, there is only that child who likes to cry.

Unfortunately, her voice was too weak and was quickly lost in the crowd.

She actually watched the big steel knife slash towards Xiao Ruan's neck in slow motion.

"Do not--"

The blood gushed out, the blood flowed seven feet, and the eyes were full of blood, Xiao Ruan's head fell off, and rolled to the ground beside him.

Everything seemed to stand still.

(End of this chapter)