My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

"However, on the night of the wedding, I killed that old man!" Lydia's eyes narrowed as the scene from that night replayed in her mind. She had been dressed in a wedding gown. The old man, who was over 80 years old, had drunkenly insisted on consummating the marriage.

Just as the old man lifted her veil... Lydia took out the scissors she had prepared in advance and stabbed him in the heart. She stabbed him over 20 times, and blood stained the entire floor.

Lydia was terrified. She sat on the ground in a daze, motionless. The servants smelled the blood and rushed in to find the old man dead. They immediately tied Lydia up and reported the incident to the authorities overnight.

The county magistrate, who had once benefited from the old man's kindness, was heartbroken upon learning of his benefactor's murder. He interrogated Lydia overnight.

Lydia confessed to the murder without hesitation. The laws at the time demanded a life for a life, and Lydia was sentenced to be executed after autumn passed.

During her time in prison, she thought about Johnathan day and night. He had also visited her a few times, and with each visit, Lydia noticed he looked more and more haggard. One day, Lydia smiled and asked him, "Mr. Calcraft, you look so worn out. Do you feel sorry for me?"

Johnathan was speechless. "You were my apprentice for five years. Even if my heart were made of iron, it would've softened by now!"

Lydia smiled again. It was a smile of joy and contentment.

After that visit, she never saw Johnathan again. On the day of her execution, the executioner asked if she had any last wishes.

her benefactor one last time and was driven to the town's pharmacy

the Light Dynasty, martial arts were highly valued. Swordsmanship was among them, so the government did

found him somewhat familiar. He resembled Johnathan

she asked, but the man remained

gazed longingly at the pharmacy. She then closed her eyes as she was

time has come. Proceed with

onto his blade.

about to fall a sudden gale arose,

as snow, descended from the

dull thud, the executioner's head fell to the ground and

calling him

while others cried

haunting. Terrified, the supervising official

command. The soldiers drew their swords and

but

swung his