Chapter 127:
The night was gradually growing darker.
In the busy market during the day, it’s quiet now with not many people around.
In the execution ground, there stood a wooden stake, and Qiao Mu’s head was stuck on top of it.
When he died, his eyes were still wide open. Even in death, his eyes remained unclosed, with a proud and imposing look that was hard to confront.
With a cool breeze passing by, his hair fluttered in the wind, occasionally covering his face, but the fierce look in his eyes didn’t diminish.
And there stood Qiao Mu at the corner of the street, looking at his own head in the faint moonlight.
"I truly died with great grandeur."
"There’s no need to retrieve a head like mine anymore," Qiao Mu thought in his heart.
His headless corpse had already been collected by the officials, leaving only this head for display. In truth, there was no need for a proper burial.