Countdown images for the wonderful godotfound's birthday event! Check out the resulting collection of gift works here. And my fic in it! The Gift of Death
"You know who I want you to kill," Wen Xia's qi quivered with her rage. "I want him dead. I want him to die slowly with the pain of a thousand knives carving into him, or a poison that burns him from the inside out. Or perhaps he can go piece by piece like he did to that Shen Qingqiu," here her anger made way slightly for a little wryness, "wouldn't that be appropriate." "I understand, your highness," Shen Jiu replied simply. His priority was going to be ending the emperor's life in whatever way he could; he had no grudge against Luo Binghe and wasn't going to be fool enough to drag things out unnecessarily. Fast enough for Shen Jiu to get out alive, that was how Luo Binghe was going to die.