HRPM – Chapter 30 The Stunning Beauty Jin Luoluo (2)

Jin Luoluo pulled a jade pendant carved with twin dragons soaring through clouds from her robe, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Brother, I have an urgent matter—lend me your horse.”

She kicked a handsome young man riding past straight off his horse.

The young man fell to the ground, staring up at her in disbelief.

Jin Luoluo didn’t bother with explanations. She tossed a piece of gold onto him, swiftly mounted the horse, and dashed toward the East Market.

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The blazing sun hung high in the sky.

Officials and soldiers had sealed off the execution ground as tightly as an iron cage—so tight that not even a fly could escape.

The beheading of the richest man in the world had drawn a huge crowd.

Some felt sympathy, some took pleasure in his misfortune, but most were simply there to watch the spectacle.

After all, the execution of such an important figure was major news.

Master Jin’s once-plump face was now disheveled and unkempt, his beard messy. Dressed in prison clothes, he knelt on the ground with the execution stake fixed behind his back.

He looked dejected, yet there was no fear in his eyes.

After all, as the richest man in the land, he had experienced great rises and falls over the years, even brushing death several times.

This time, he had no regrets. As long as his daughter could live happily, this was the only thing he, as her father, could do for her.

Seeing that the time had come, the execution officer sitting on the platform picked up the execution order and threw it down.

“The hour has arrived—Jin Gungun is to be executed immediately!”

A burly executioner pulled out the restraining stake and raised his terrifying blade.

Many in the crowd sighed and closed their eyes, unable to bear watching a man of such wealth meet such an end.

Luoluo, your father is going now. Even in heaven, I will watch over you. You must live happily.

Master Jin resigned himself to fate and closed his eyes. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

No one would even be there to see him off in death.

For an old man, there was nothing more desolate.

“Imperial edict arrives!”

A sharp, urgent shout froze the executioner’s blade mid-air—

It was only an inch away from Jin Gungun’s neck—an extremely perilous moment.

A horse came galloping in at full speed—it was the one who had stopped the execution.

“An imperial edict?”

The execution officer hurried forward in confusion—why had an edict suddenly arrived?