Chapter 625 - 185: Divorce_2
Mother Shen’s pain was real, because she had only one son, Shen Yurong, whom she raised through hard work and bitter sacrifice, placing all the family’s hopes atop his shoulders. Yurong indeed lived up to expectations and truly attained high office, only to stumble inadvertently. Mother Shen was accustomed to blaming everything on others, so since Princess Yongning was of no further use, naturally, she blamed everything on her.
Jiang Li sneered inwardly, as Mother Shen was now recklessly creating a scene, disregarding all else. Due to various reasons, Prince Cheng and Empress Dowager Liu were unable to save Princess Yongning, but that didn’t mean they truly didn’t care about her. For Empress Dowager Liu and Prince Cheng as well, it was precisely because of Shen Yurong that Princess Yongning found herself in such straits. Without Shen Yurong, the subsequent events would never have occurred. Mother Shen’s rage targeted at Princess Yongning would surely invoke Empress Dowager Liu’s wrath against the Shen family. Yurong was dead, and Mother Shen’s irrational cursing would naturally provoke Empress Dowager Liu as well.
I fear after the execution, Mother Shen wouldn’t live much longer either. Empress Dowager Liu, already infuriated with Shen Yurong, how could she tolerate an ordinary woman insulting her only daughter.
If Shen Yurong still had any thought for his mother, he should have spoken up at that moment, to remind Mother Shen a word or two. Others’ words might not reach her, but Shen Yurong’s would surely hold some influence with her.
But Shen Yurong did not; he just searched the crowd persistently, hopelessly, and obsessively, over and over. His gaze was so evident that many in the crowd sensed it and exchanged glances, even thinking he was waiting for someone to storm the execution ground and rescue him.
But there was no one, nothing. No rescuer came, nor did the person Shen Yurong hoped for appear.
Until the appointed moment arrived.
The executioner stood behind Shen Yurong, as his blade rose and fell, a flash of silver light followed by a rolling head, spilling blood onto the ground, indiscernible in the mud.