Shen Miao smiled faintly.
She glanced at the people on the platform one by one.
Shen Wan, Chen Ruoqiu, Shen Gui, Shen Yue, Old Madam Shen… She heard that Chang Zaiqing had a miscarriage in the prison. The next day, when the jailers found her lying on the ground, they carried her out, but her body had already stiffened and she had bled to death. That wasn't all that bad for her. At least, she didn't need to be beheaded and could have an intact corpse. However, what was the point of having an intact corpse? She was dead, and everyone in the capital knew that she had abandoned her husband and son.
"Cousin, what are you thinking about?" Luo Tan asked softly.
"Thinking about the past," Shen Miao replied softly.
