Since that night, Wei Zhao had become even busier.
Yu Tingwan often couldn't see him.
But she was busy with airing books.
She took down her hairpin and gently flipped the pages of the books that had been sufficiently aired with its pointed end. She also learned some repair techniques from Nanny Ru.
All of these were delicate tasks, but fortunately, she had patience.
With the passage of time, she became quite proficient.
The days passed swiftly, until the day of the Zhou Family's execution.
The execution ground was set in a prominent place in Shangjing, accessible from all directions, and the punishment was handled openly to serve as a warning.
Not yet noon, a considerable crowd had already gathered.
"Why hasn't it started yet?"
