On the high platform, the second emperor sitting on the throne supported his chin with one hand, tilted his head and waited.
Wei Zhang's forehead was covered with sweat, his head was dizzy, his vision was blurred, his throat kept moving up and down, and he was swallowing saliva that seemed to never end.
His hands were shaking slightly, and the letters written on three pieces of yellow paper were left with residual images.
He had a guess in his mind, but he didn't dare to believe it was true.
Stupid emperor, no! Your Majesty! Are you really willing to let my Wei family live?
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