Well, dying isn't that easy.

As Feng Qianchen said he wouldn't let her die. He wanted her to see the He family decline, and make her life a living hell.

Half a month later, the wound bare to the bone finally scabbed. Feng Qianchen decreed to call Ling Shuang to the Meridian Gate.

There was a road paved with charcoal fire on the empty execution ground, and a hollow copper pillar that had been burned red stood on the road. Even standing on a high platform, Lingshuang could feel the burning smell from above.

"What ... What are you doing?" Although the answer came just as quickly, she still looked at Feng Qianchen unwillingly.

Feng Qianchen was in a good mood and smiled at her. "Cruel punishment."

He paused and continued. "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. As long as your father can make a round trip three times, I will keep him alive."

Although the copper pillar was only thirty feet long, it was so narrow that it could only accommodate half a foot. Coupled with the temperature, He Muzhi could not even take three steps back and forth.

With tears rushing out, Ling Shuang shook her head as she looked at the indifferent man. "No, you won't. Even if you don't want me to be your wife or him to be your father-in-law, you should always treat him as your grand tutor, who helped you to ascend to the throne. You can't do this to him."

She still remembered that he acknowledged He Muzhi as his master in Hanlin Academy that year. "Thank you, sir, for accepting me. Qianchen will certainly respect you and owe you a debt of gratitude which I shall never be able to repay."

"He has been your teacher for more than ten years. Do you really believe that he will collude to usurp the throne?" Ling Shuang tugged at the corner of his clothes, wishing she could show him her heart. "If you really have to kill someone to vent your hatred, then kill me. Please kill me."

Feng Qianchen looked at her eyes that were red and swollen for crying. The smile on his face faded bit by bit, leaving only disgust.

He pinched her chin as if he wanted to crush her bones. "Don't worry. When I find someone to hold Jingshu's eyes, I will kill you myself."

He grabbed her hair and forced her to watch the execution ground. "Now, watch this. Take a good look at what a living dead means."

Guards have taken He Muzhi to the execution ground.

His messy hair, blood-stained prison clothes, and those heavy handcuffs and fetters made Ling Shuang torn with grief.

Why? Why would she fall in love with Feng Qianchen? Why would she be so greedy to accept Jingshu's "gift" and accept her eyes?

"Feng Qianchen, tell them to stop." When Ling Shuang saw that He Muzhi was forcefully pushed onto the copper pillar by the guards and screamed in pain, she could not bear it any longer.

She took off her kanzashi and poked it straight into her eyes. "Don't you want those eyes? I'll give it back to you right now."

She was born blind and thought that she would never be able to live in this beautiful world. It was her father who had been chanting poetry and fu every day, telling her the jingling wine cups and the fragrant flowers ...

She would rather be blind again than just watch her father die.

"How dare you!"

Feng Qianchen did not expect her to be so vigorous, who used to be weak. He was a little flustered for a moment. He didn' t even have time to think about it and had already protected her eyes immediately.

Ling Shuang couldn' t take it back and could only watch the kanzashi piercing the back of his hand. "Qianchen, you ..."

He was still worried about her, wasn' t he?

Ling Shuang was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

However, Feng Qianchen's words made her dispirited.

"This is Jingshu's eyes. Before I find a suitable person to replace you as a vessel, you would be buried with the nine generations of He family if it were slightly damaged."

A vessel, so she is only a vessel, a vessel for Ji Jingshu's eyes!