Wiping the tears away from the blurred petitions loaded with fervent words, and sorrowful pleas, he merely glanced at them before relegating them to the shelves.
By noon, the execution ground at Vegetable Market was already swarmed with people.
When the appointed hour arrived, Yang Ge, adorned in a scarlet robe with four-clawed dragons and the imperial sword on his waist, wearing a half-mask of a ferocious demon, ascended the execution platform amidst the escort of a large group of guards clad in embroidered uniforms.
"Bring him up!"
The moment Yang Ge sat down, he shouted loudly.
Instantly, two muscular guards dragged up an official dressed in prisoner's garb, gagged with a rag, still struggling violently, and strode onto the platform.
"The criminal Yang Yuting has been brought!"
The two guards loudly proclaimed, hauling the criminal up to the execution stand; one of them lifted his disheveled hair, shouting: "Verify his identity!"
"It's truly Lord Yang..."