Yan Xiaoyi, author: Shi Yan

Word count: 10013

(I)

"You rascal, how long are you going to take?" Xiao Yi's wife muttered under her breath.

Xiao Yi seemed not to hear her. He sat on the large stool in front of his wife, holding a bamboo-whittled ox-ear knife in his right hand, his left hand reaching down to his wife's crotch, his eyes fixed on Xiao Yi's wife's breasts.

This was Xiao Yi's family's woodshed, and also the place where he conducted his research. Xiao Yi's wife was his simulated test subject.
Yan Xiao Yi was the fifth generation of executioners in the provincial government. Since they entered this profession, the Yan family had been the most dedicated executioners in the province, and Xiao Yi worked as hard as his ancestors.

The walls of the woodshed were covered with iron chains and rings, and coils of hemp rope hung from the nails.

In the center of the room stood two wooden pillars about half a foot thick. At this moment, Xiao Yi's wife's hands and feet were tied to those two wooden pillars, and her hair was tied to the roof beam. Her whole body was stretched into a huge "fire" character. Although she kept twisting and turning, she could not escape her predicament at all.

Sister-in-law Xiao Yi was a beautiful woman. Since marrying Xiao Yi at the age of fourteen, twelve years had passed, and she had given birth to two sons and a daughter, yet she still maintained the skin of a young girl and the figure of a virgin. She was completely naked, her snow-white body bare, her breasts firm and slightly sagging, swaying with her movements. A tuft of dark pubic hair extended from the mound below her abdomen into the space between her parted legs.
With her beauty, her nakedness, her shameful posture, and her writhing movements, few men could resist lustful thoughts. Yet, Yan Xiao Yi sat there watching, completely unmoved.

It wasn't that Yan Xiao Yi was unmoved; in fact, his reaction was intense, burning within him. His lower body was already as hard as an iron rod, though it wasn't shown on his face.

Because he was meticulously studying how to make the cuts, so that the woman would scream in pain without bleeding too much, while still providing a feast for the eyes and exciting cheers of the men below.

This wasn't the first time Xiao Yi's wife had been tied up like this for her husband's study. The first time was when he had just become an executioner, and it terrified her, but now she was used to it.

"A woman follows her husband wherever he goes," as the saying goes; supporting her husband's career was a woman's duty, and Xiao Yi's wife understood this very well.

She also knew that not being able to personally carry out a slow slicing execution was a thorn in her husband's side for the past ten years. Therefore, whenever he had time, he would strip naked, tie himself up here, and sit on the bench for long periods to study.

He would touch every inch of his skin, carefully asking himself how it felt.

Her husband's actions might seem unseemly, but it was his profession, and a perfectly legitimate one at that. So she gradually grew accustomed to it, accepted it, and even somewhat enjoyed it. Because each of these studies ended with a near-frenzied thrusting, a highly immersive experience that not every wife had the opportunity to enjoy.

This time, her husband's research had been going on for quite some time, and Xiao Yi's wife estimated he was nearing his climax. So she gently, with a hint of embarrassment, tried to wake him.

"Oh!" Xiao Yi responded as if truly awakened, then stood up from the bench, tossed the bamboo knife in his hand onto the small table beside him, took off his clothes, and pulled his wife chest to chest in his arms. His penis slid smoothly into Xiao Yi's wife's already overflowing, spring-like vagina.

Xiao Yi's hands tightly gripped his wife's bare back, his burning-hot penis thrusting viciously into her lower body as if dealing with an enemy, causing his wife to scream as if being tortured.
Hearing her cries, Xiao Yi thrust even harder, cursing viciously, "I'll show you what's what! I'll show you what's what! Who do you think you are?! I'll show you what's what! You're still getting fucked by me?!" Xiao Yi's

wife felt a pang of resentment, but she didn't react, continuing to enjoy the pleasure her husband was giving her.

She knew who the woman was. Although she had never seen her, she believed she was truly beautiful, because she believed her husband was a man who had seen countless beautiful women. A woman who could hold a place in his heart—probably no man in this city could remain unmoved.

That woman was the eldest daughter-in-law of the Liu family, known as the most beautiful woman in the entire province, and the only woman in the provincial capital whose beauty could rival her own.

Xiao Yi's wife was no ordinary woman. Although her husband thought of the eldest daughter-in-law while he was with her, Xiao Yi's wife didn't really care about her rival. At least she knew she didn't need to be jealous of a woman who was dying inside her.

She had every reason to forgive her husband in her heart, because although he was thinking of the eldest daughter-in-law, his penis was actually inside her. Although he used a bamboo knife to brandish his genitals every day, the real knife would be stuck in the eldest daughter-in-law's crotch.

Yan Xiao Yi was indeed thinking of the eldest daughter-in-law.

The eldest daughter-in-law was much younger than his wife, only in her early twenties. She was brought back from France by the eldest son of the Liu family, and it was said that she had never had children.

Xiao Yi had seen her, and many men in the city had seen her, because she never cared about showing her face in public. She followed the eldest son of the Liu family to give lectures in the provincial capital, helping to distribute lecture notes and pamphlets, and sometimes she even gave lectures herself.

She wasn't a classically beautiful woman like Xiao Yi's wife, but rather had a fresh charm that Xiao Yi couldn't quite describe.

She had a fair, oval face, large eyes, long eyelashes, a straight, high nose, and lips that were neither too thin nor too thick. She was tall, and her Western-style dress accentuated her full breasts and slender waist. She also wore high-heeled leather shoes, making her occasionally exposed ankles and insteps appear particularly sexy.
The eldest daughter-in-law was always eloquent and knowledgeable, just like her husband.

Xiao Yi was immediately captivated by her beauty upon first seeing her, so much so that he accepted the title of "Number One Beauty" easily being taken from his wife, a loss he accepted with a sense of schadenfreude.

The men in the city loved to listen to Liu the Eldest's lectures, but most were there to catch a glimpse of the eldest daughter-in-law. Xiao Yi went once, but somehow his wife found out and forbade him to go anymore.

Xiao Yi didn't want to miss seeing Liu Da Shao's wife, but he dared not offend his wife. His wife had once been a lady of high birth, and if it weren't for his wealth, her education, and the decline of her family, such a beautiful woman would never have been in his bed.

Xiao Yi knew that although Liu Da Shao's wife was beautiful, she was someone else's wife. The Liu family was extremely wealthy in the provincial capital, and there were many people richer and more powerful than him who wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts. It was certainly not his place to covet someone else's wife, so it wasn't worth losing what he already had for something he couldn't have.

Even so, in his heart, Xiao Yi never stopped fantasizing about Liu Da Shao's wife. Perhaps no man in the city, besides Liu Da Shao, didn't consider her his dream girl.

(II)

Neither Yan Xiao Yi nor his wife expected everything to happen so quickly. In just a few months, Liu Da Shao's wife suddenly... They were imprisoned, while Young Master Liu fled and was wanted by the government with a graphic depiction of his image, because they were revolutionaries.

Xiao Yi had attended a few of Liu Dashao's lectures, and at those times he felt that the young master and mistress's words were extremely excessive. However, he never considered that they were revolutionaries, because he knew that being a revolutionary was a capital offense, punishable by death.

He wasn't afraid of Liu Dashao's execution, but he didn't want such a beautiful woman like the young mistress to die like that.

Who knew that it was Liu Dashao who escaped, while the young mistress was the one who was captured.

When Xiao Yi heard the news, he initially felt very sorry, but after a while, his thoughts inexplicably took a 180-degree turn, and he suddenly felt fortunate.

The reason Xiao Yi felt fortunate was that being a revolutionary was treason, a capital offense, punishable by slow slicing according to the law.

Since taking over the executioner's knife from his father, Xiao Yi had been an executioner for ten years, beheading hundreds of people and strangling dozens of women, but regrettably, he had never carried out a single slow slicing, let alone a slow slicing of such a beautiful woman as Liu Dashao.

For a professional executioner, carrying out the death penalty by a thousand cuts was the most glorious moment, because the eyes of the entire city were on him, judging his skill with the knife. It was the most important performance of an executioner's life, and as the fifth-generation descendant of an executioner's family, being able to give a perfect performance on such a stage was something Xiao Yi had always longed for, not to mention a beauty like Liu Da Shao Nai, who would be naked for him to admire and play with.

Therefore, upon hearing the news that Da Shao Nai was a revolutionary, Xiao Yi took his wife and traveled dozens of miles back to his ancestral home the next day to consult his father, who had returned home to retire.

Xiao Yi's father had a son late in life, so he handed over his executioner's knife to his son shortly after Xiao Yi got married and returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age.

On an inopportune day, his son and daughter-in-law suddenly returned, which surprised the old man. He thought something had happened, but when he heard Xiao Yi talk about Liu Da Shao Nai, the old man perked up and began to recount his experiences of executing prisoners by a thousand cuts.

The women had heard these stories before and knew many of the gruesome details of the execution of female prisoners by slow slicing. They took the children to their grandmother's room to chat, leaving only the father and son inside.

Once the women were gone, Xiao Yi's father swallowed his pride and explained the key points of the slow slicing to his son in detail. Although this wasn't the first time, Xiao Yi listened intently, constantly asking questions about the details.
Slow slicing was a criminal punishment enshrined in the Qing Dynasty law, but the method of execution was not specified; it was entirely passed down from generation to generation of executioners, so it varied from place to place.

In this province, slow slicing had been the exclusive domain of the Yan family for many years. The Yan family possessed a special ancestral knife technique and a secret life-saving formula that could allow a prisoner to endure 3,600 cuts for three days and three nights without dying. Because of this, each time a slow slicing was performed, the government, in addition to the reward, had to pay a considerable sum to purchase expensive medicinal herbs. The amount of that expense was entirely up to the Yan family; otherwise, where would they get the money to buy so many good herbs?

"Son, this is the most important time for you in this line of work. The Yan family has been executioners for four generations and has never disgraced us in this field. You must not bring shame to our family!" said Xiao Yi's father.

"I understand."

"The most important thing about this slow slicing execution is not to kill the person too early. So each cut must wound the skin but not the flesh, causing pain but not bleeding. It all depends on the depth of the cut. Too shallow and it won't hurt; too deep and there will be a lot of blood, but not much pain. The knife must be sharp, cutting close to the skin. Each cut should only cut a piece the size of a fingernail, leaving only a single point of blood in the center of the cut. That's how you make it painful and allow the person to survive for three days. Otherwise, they would bleed to death long ago."

"I understand." "

This kind of precision is easy to achieve with men, but difficult with women. This is because with men, you can use a large net to bind their flesh, and you can just cut close to the net. But with women, people want to see their naked bodies. If they are bound in a net and lose their womanly shape, people won't like it, and that's absolutely unacceptable. So you can only rely on your own skill to control it."

"I understand."

"Prepare several knives, sharpened to the point of being able to cut a hair with a single blow; otherwise, if the knives are dull, it will be difficult to determine the depth of the wound."
"Understood." "

Before the execution, mix sesame oil with cold water and use a pump to pour it into the anus to clean the intestines of feces, then plug the anus. A person's life or death depends entirely on their breath; if the anus is not plugged, and the breath is released at the critical moment, even a god cannot save them. If the anus is plugged without an enema, and there is no way to expel feces, they will also die from poisoning. You must remember this."

"I remember."

"Before the execution, the hands and feet must be bound with a proper tightness. If they are bound too tightly, it will obstruct breathing, and the prisoner will suffocate early; if they are bound too loosely, the prisoner will struggle excessively, and their vital energy will dissipate too quickly, making it difficult for them to survive three days. Therefore, you must personally oversee this binding."

"Yes."

"For the heinous crime of treason, all female offenders must ride a wooden donkey.

The wooden pestle on that donkey must be chosen appropriately, of suitable thickness.

Know that for every two feet the woman rides on the donkey, the pestle must be inserted into her vagina once.
According to ordinary adultery offenses, the offender is paraded through two streets and three markets, a total of ten li, during which time she will be penetrated seven thousand five hundred times. But for the heinous crime of treason, the parade is five streets and three markets, a total of over twenty li, during which time she will be penetrated fifteen thousand times.

Consider this: when a couple has intercourse, at most four or five hundred penetrations are required before ejaculation; fifteen thousand penetrations are equivalent to thirty..." "Even courtesans would find it difficult to endure such a thing, let alone those female prisoners who are virtuous ladies. If they are not careful, they will bleed to death.

Therefore, if she is a virgin, the wooden pestle should be thinner; otherwise, a thicker one will suffice. However, the fragrant oil on the pestle is absolutely essential, otherwise, it might rub her vulva raw.

You must be very careful about this. Stay close by and constantly urge the soldiers and constables escorting the cart to lift her up after swimming twenty or thirty paces and pour the oil directly into her vulva through the pump. Do not forget this."

"I know."

"Furthermore, the binding during the parade is also very important. If it's too loose, the prisoner might break free or die from exhaustion from struggling. If it's too tight, the limbs will become congested, swollen, and numb, so the prisoner won't feel pain during the execution. You must personally inspect this; it's not to be underestimated."

"Yes."

"There are two things that are difficult to balance. The first is how many cuts to make. When executing a woman by slow slicing, you want her to feel pain, but you also want her body to look good.

If you cut too little, although you leave her body intact and it looks good, you lose the original intention of slow slicing. If you cut her into pieces, it's a waste of a beautiful body.

The second is where to make the cuts. People want to see the female prisoner's body and also want to see her humiliated. If you don't cut in the woman's most shameful place, it doesn't fit the meaning of humiliation. If you cut in the woman's most shameful place, it's not good.

Even our Yan family patriarch found these two things very difficult. I only hope that you can achieve both, to fulfill the wishes of our ancestors."

"Yes, son understands." The father and son studied there until late at night before returning to their respective quarters. The next morning, Yan Xiaoyi and his wife set off back to the provincial capital.

Before this, Xiaoyi had only occasionally had his wife accompany him to study the method of slow slicing, mainly focusing on the human body structure. After returning home this time, Xiaoyi tied his wife to a frame every day to study her, this time focusing on cutting flesh.

The provincial government office didn't have a wooden donkey; it was always borrowed from the ancestral halls of several prominent families in the countryside. These families often used wooden donkeys to parade women who had broken their vows of celibacy through the streets until they died, hence the prevalence of wooden donkeys.

However, the wooden pestle used on the donkey for disciplining officials was provided by the Yan family. This was because the original pestle was crudely made of ordinary wood, very thick in diameter, with jagged edges and many natural cracks. When a female prisoner rode it, her vagina would be torn open quickly, bleeding profusely and causing excruciating pain. Therefore, she would usually bleed to death within two hours.

The Yan family's pestle set consisted of five pieces, all made of sandalwood, polished with walnut oil, resulting in a glossy black, very smooth surface.

The thinnest, about the size of a thumb, with a spherical tip, was for virgin prisoners; the medium-thicker one was about an inch thick, for married women; and the thickest, about the size of a small teacup, was for female prisoners who had given birth or prostitutes.

There were two more wooden mallets, one octagonal and the other extra long. The octagonal one was used when a woman was convicted of adultery and sentenced to be ridden on the wooden donkey. In this case, although she wasn't sentenced to death, the executioner wasn't going to let her live. So, the octagonal mallet was used to slit her vagina before the parade ended, causing her to bleed to death. The extra long one was used to stab the woman in the abdomen through her vagina when she had committed a heinous crime. This was a procedure before the dismemberment execution, designed to increase the woman's pain.

The wooden donkey couldn't be tested on Xiao Yi's wife, and cutting flesh could only be practiced on pork with skin on. However, binding and enemas could be tested on Xiao Yi's wife. In addition, Xiao Yi's wife's feelings could be used to study methods of making the woman scream uncontrollably. Making the woman scream and writhe like a maniac on the execution ground was also an important step before the execution, and it could also win cheers for the executioner.

(III)

Yan Xiaoyi was facing his wife, but his mind was on Liu Dashao's wife. He wondered what her anus and vulva looked like.

Although Xiaoyi had never executed a woman by slow slicing, female prisoners were usually stripped naked when they were executed, making it easy to see their private parts. Some of the female prisoners

were ugly, some were beautiful. The ugly ones

were mostly female thieves, resembling she-devils, with broad backs and thick waists, their flesh dark and rough, and their pubic hair as black as ink, making them disgusting to look at. The beautiful ones were mostly adulterers, young and beautiful, with graceful figures, firm breasts, pert buttocks, and fair and delicate skin. Their pubic areas were white with few hairs, and even the hairs were quite pleasing to the eye, enough to make any normal man aroused.

The female prisoners' anuses were also a mix of black and white.

Spreading his buttocks, the manhood of the severed-headed woman was tightly tucked inside her body; the opposite was true for the strangled woman, her manhood protruding from her body.

Judging from the young mistress's appearance and figure, her fleshy skin was undoubtedly exquisite.

Whenever Yan Xiaoyi closed his eyes, he would see the young mistress's snow-white buttocks swaying before him, and he would see her bound hand and foot, her two greasy thighs spread apart, kneeling on an eight-immortal table, being given an enema by him. Her white manhood twitched incessantly, and her two thick labia were split open, revealing a narrow opening.

Whenever Yan Xiaoyi groped his sister-in-law tied to the wooden post, it was as if he were groping Liu the young mistress, her pair of jade-like breasts, her pair of round buttocks, and those strange yet familiar moans drove him mad.

The boring days passed one by one, and the important day approached one by one. Yan Xiaoyi felt more and more irritable and uneasy.

Despite having practiced his knife skills countless times, despite knowing the expressions and reactions of women during enemas like the back of his hand, and despite having planned the locations for the 3,600 incisions, he was still worried, fearing that Mrs. Liu would die prematurely during the execution.

Around noon that day, Xiao Yi's father suddenly arrived from the countryside in his cart. He was truly worried about his son's first great performance and came to support him.

Xiao Yi's father wanted to see the results of Xiao Yi's training himself, but he couldn't use Xiao Yi's wife as a test subject again; after all, a father-in-law couldn't see his daughter-in-law naked, could he? So Xiao Yi spent a fortune to invite Xiao Fengxian from the brothel to his home.

Xiao Fengxian wasn't as pretty as Xiao Yi's wife, nor as cooperative, but this was closer to reality. Although Xiao Yi had explained everything to her beforehand, she still screamed and struggled in fear when it came to actually doing it. It

took the father, son, and Xiao Yi's wife three to strip the erratic Xiao Fengxian naked, tie her up, and press her onto a table for the enema.

Xiao Fengxian's anus was as white as Xiao Yi's sister-in-law's, which at least didn't disgust Xiao Yi.
Xiao Fengxian was tied to the pillar for half a day, so frightened that she fell ill for half a month. Afterwards, she told everyone she met that women should never commit crimes, otherwise the sins before death would be more painful than death itself.

"Master Yan, the Governor-General requests your presence at the prison at dawn tomorrow." Xiao Yi had finally waited for this day, and the whole family was so excited they barely slept all night.

Before leaving, Xiao Yi's father said, "Son, you've practiced quite well. Remember, don't rush tomorrow, just practice as you've done. I'll brew the life-saving medicine for you at noon tomorrow and bring it to you in the afternoon. It won't delay anything."

Xiao Yi almost cried at his father's concern.

It was only half past four in the morning when Xiao Yi was already sitting in the prison's front hall with all his gear. Because the executioner hadn't arrived yet, he couldn't enter the cell.

Having inquired with his friends in prison and confirmed that the person to be executed was Liu Da Shao's wife, Xiao Yi was extremely excited.

Actually, the other prisoners were also very excited. Although they couldn't go to the execution ground to feast their eyes, the process of stripping and binding the female prisoner would be completed in the prison, giving the prison wardens at least the opportunity to grope her breasts and crotch.

For this reason, for many days they had treated Liu Da Shao's wife like a goddess, providing her with good food and drink, keeping her happy, and fearing anything might happen to her.

Xiao Yi chatted and laughed with the prison wardens, trying to steer the conversation towards Liu Da Shao's wife's crotch to hide his nervousness and unease.

Half an hour felt like half a year. During this time, more than a dozen prefectural and county officials, ordered by the governor, arrived early. It wasn't until dawn that the governor, accompanied by a large group of yamen runners, entered.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

"Rise, all of you," the governor said gently, though he seemed preoccupied with something on his mind.

The governor sat in the middle, then gestured for the other officials to sit down before speaking: "Gentlemen, the Ministry of Justice's decree arrived yesterday. Today, the female rebel He is to be executed. What are your thoughts?"

"My lord, these rebels are harming the country; we cannot be lenient. They should be killed! They should be killed!"

"These rebels should be torn to pieces and their entire families wiped out!" The officials chattered animatedly, but Yan Xiaoyi was too lazy to listen to their impassioned pronouncements. The only thing that pleased him was that everyone seemed to want a slow, agonizing execution.

"Gentlemen, you are absolutely right. My memorial also sentenced them to slow slicing. However, the Ministry of Justice's decree states that His Majesty has already abolished slow slicing. His Majesty's word is law and cannot be changed, so only beheading was approved. They also instructed us to conduct the execution as civilly as possible, so as not to give the foreigners a reason to laugh."

"What do you mean by civilized execution?"

"I guess they don't allow you to take your clothes off? Qiu Jin in Zhejiang wasn't stripped naked when she was executed."

"Sigh!" A wave of disappointed sighs

swept through the hall. Yan Xiaoyi almost fainted. She had prepared for this performance for countless days, and now all her efforts had come to naught.

Yan Xiaoyi didn't know who Qiu Jin was, only guessing that she was probably a good-looking female revolutionary who had set a very bad precedent by not taking off her clothes when she was executed.

"This...this...this is too lenient on her!"

"Exactly! These rebels are all desperate criminals. How can beheading them deter the traitors?"

"Governor, we can't just kill her like this."

The officials discussed among themselves, and the governor could only shrug and say, "I share the same thought as you all, but since the higher-ups have given the order, I can't openly disobey. I can only...then let her be executed! "

"Exactly, exactly."

"Let's all discuss it."

(IV)

After some discussion, the crowd finally decided that although the death by a thousand cuts was no longer an option, and the extremely uncivilized wooden donkey was no longer effective, at least they couldn't let her be beheaded like that Qiu Jin, dressed in her finery. As long as they left her a fig leaf, it wouldn't be considered uncivilized. After

much arguing, the crowd finally settled on a plan.

The officials were seated, and the governor gave the order: "Bring in the female rebel, Ms. He!" With a clanging of metal, Liu's eldest daughter-in-law entered, surrounded by four or five female jailers.

She was still wearing her Western-style dress, with fish-shaped wooden shackles and leg irons, but her complexion was good, no different from when she ran the school. It seemed the jailers had taken good care of her; if it weren't for that Qiu Jin's interference, Xiao Yi and the jailers' hard work wouldn't have been in vain.

"Kneel down!" Seeing Liu's eldest daughter-in-law standing proudly in the hall, the bailiffs on both sides shouted.

But the eldest daughter-in-law seemed not to hear, still looking up at the governor in the hall.

Two female jailers tried to push her down, but she struggled and refused. The female jailers tried to force her, but the governor stopped them with a gesture.

"Criminal, state your name," the governor said.

"He Yingqiang," Liu's eldest daughter-in-law said proudly.

"Are you a member of the Fuxing Society?"

"Yes."

"Under the guise of running a school, you spread anti-government rhetoric and incited riots. Is that what you did?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that this is treason?"

"I am innocent. The guilty party is the Qing Dynasty. You kowtow to foreigners, using the beautiful land of China to flatter them. We are calling on the Chinese people to rise up and overthrow you, these lackeys of foreigners and traitors. Tell me, what crime have I committed?"

"You, a mere woman, dare to speak out about national affairs! You, you, you are truly rebellious!" A county magistrate, trembling, said, twirling his mustache. Then, the other officials also spoke up.

But Madam Liu spoke eloquently, leaving the officials speechless. Yan Xiaoyi then realized that even adults could be so easily defeated, and couldn't help but admire Madam Liu.

Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand verbally, the governor shouted sternly, "Liu Heshi! Stop with your clever words! You incited a riot and wreaked havoc on the region. According to the law, you should be executed by slow slicing. Now, the court is showing leniency and only sentences you to beheading as a warning. Aren't you grateful for the court's grace?"

"Hmph! You're willing to risk your life to pull the emperor off his horse. Who can you scare with the word 'death'? Your groveling before foreigners and your cruel rule over the people expose your corruption. Since

ancient times, no one has escaped death, but my loyal heart will shine in history! My death is nothing; millions of revolutionaries will follow in my footsteps and continue our cause. Your corrupt court will be overthrown one day. Just wait! Then, one by one, you will all be judged by the people!"

"Shut up, you audacious female rebel! If you really want to die, then I have no reason to spare you. This day next year will be your anniversary. I ask you, what else do you have to say?"

"Death is death, why say more?"

"Good! Come on, remove the shackles and tie her up!" The bailiffs, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed forward and seized the young mistress upon hearing the order.

The four female jailers, seeing that they were about to strip her, hurriedly retreated.

The bailiffs removed the wooden shackles and handcuffs from the young mistress, spreading her arms wide. Removing clothes was the executioner's prerogative, so Yan Xiaoyi went over and unbuttoned her dress.

Upon seeing this, the young mistress blushed with shame and struggled desperately, shouting, "I am a civilized woman, you are not allowed to take off my clothes!" The governor sneered, "Who do you think you are? Qiu Jin? You think you can die fully clothed? No way!"

"That's right, for a rebellious vixen like you, not letting you ride the wooden donkey is already a great act of leniency, what more do you want?" a county magistrate said.

Other officials also spoke up; at times like these, they were always quick to launch into a tirade.

"You bunch of hooligans! Beasts! Scoundrels!" the eldest daughter-in-law continued to curse and struggle.

"Gag her, don't let her talk nonsense in the street, rebels are best at bewitching people," a magistrate said.

The governor nodded in agreement.

Yan Xiaoyi also felt that the magistrate's words made a lot of sense. He had attended the Liu family's lectures a few times and had almost been persuaded by them. If that had happened, his head would probably be gone today.

So, a rag was stuffed into the eldest daughter-in-law's mouth, Xiaoyi grabbed her by the collar, and a yamen runner grabbed her head from behind.

The eldest daughter-in-law was, after all, a weak woman and could not resist a group of wolves and tigers. She soon could not struggle anymore.
(V)

Seeing that the eldest daughter-in-law had been subdued, Yan Xiaoyi ripped the entire front of her dress with the lace trim off from the neckline. The yamen runners quickly helped Xiaoyi take the dress off her body.
Xiao Yi then realized that the young mistress was wearing clothes underneath her dress. Her arms and shoulders were completely exposed, and her upper body was encased in a tight-fitting bodysuit that lifted her breasts, revealing half of her white mounds and a deep cleavage. Below, she wore a pair of tight-fitting, white, lace-trimmed Western-style trousers.

This was the first time Yan Xiao Yi had seen the young mistress so closely, and the first time he had seen her body so clearly.

Her slender shoulders, delicate arms, and clearly defined collarbones, combined with her skin smoother than white flour, almost made him ejaculate in his pants.

He closed his eyes and remained quiet for a while before calming down.

He realized that foreigners were really troublesome; the straps on her bodysuit were long, and it took him a long time to untie them.
The eldest son's wife was also thin, with breasts like two pointed little hills, each topped with two small pink pearls, just like two freshly peeled water chestnuts.

Yan Xiaoyi grasped the soft, smooth breasts with both hands and slowly kneaded them.

The eldest daughter-in-law's pretty face flushed red as she glared at him angrily. Xiaoyi met her gaze, but perhaps harboring ulterior motives, he eventually looked away.

He ordered the constables to drag the eldest daughter-in-law to the ground, then stripped her of her foreign leather shoes and socks, leaving only her foreign underpants.

The eldest daughter-in-law's legs were as fair and beautiful as Xiaoyi's wife's, only hers were fuller, while the eldest daughter-in-law's were longer. However, her feet were far more beautiful than her wife's.

Like most people, Yan Xiaoyi preferred small feet, so he always secretly mocked the large feet of Manchu and foreign women. Now, seeing the eldest daughter-in-law's feet, he realized that bound feet were deformed and could never see the light of day.

Although the eldest daughter-in-law's feet weren't bound, they were still very small and naturally curved, forming a beautiful arch. This made Yan Xiaoyi secretly resent his father-in-law; if he had known this would happen, why had he insisted on binding his daughter's feet?

Since the wooden donkey was no longer used, the parade was conducted on a prison cart used for male prisoners. The cart had a cross-shaped wooden frame, and the eldest daughter-in-law was bound to it in a cross shape, with a death warrant stuck behind her neck.

Yan Xiaoyi stood under the cart watching for a long time, but still couldn't give up. So he took a small knife used for slicing people and went up to her, tearing open the eldest daughter-in-law's trousers from the back hem upwards until only the waistband remained attached.

The slightly elastic fabric ripped open, revealing two white, round buttocks through the underpants. Xiao Yi circled the cart several times; the underpants were really tight. Although a few black hairs could be vaguely seen through the wind-blown trouser legs, his hope of seeing the anus and genitals was dashed.

The public parade was a grueling task, and also the first appearance of the two main characters of the execution performance—the prisoner and the executioner.

Although Liu Da Shao Nai's face was flushed with shame, she kept her head held high. However, without the slow slicing, there was less to see, and Yan Xiao Yi seemed listless, silently following behind the prison cart with his executioner's knife, as if he himself were the one about to be cut. Yan

Xiao Yi realized that even without the wooden donkey, Liu Da Shao Nai was still the main character on the stage. Although the crowd of onlookers regretted not being able to see the genitals of the two women, they still had great interest in this almost completely naked, most beautiful woman in the province.

Xiao Yi also saw several foreigners, protected by a group of Chinese thugs, standing in the best spot in front of the execution platform in the bustling marketplace, snapping photos of the eldest daughter-in-law with their foreign cameras.

The bailiffs untied her, then bound her tightly again with ropes, binding her knees and ankles before placing her on the newly erected platform, kneeling in the center.

Xiao Yi noticed a perplexing smile on the eldest daughter-in-law's face—a mocking smile, a confident smile.

The governor and other officials arrived and sat in the execution tent.

The cannon fired to signal the execution. Xiao Yi pulled the red cloth cover from the execution blade, revealing its gleaming edge, and slowly approached the half-naked woman.

He pulled the sign off the eldest daughter-in-law's back and threw it on the ground. The eldest daughter-in-law turned and calmly glanced at him and the blade, then knelt upright, stretching her head out as far as possible.

Yan Xiaoyi noticed a few stray hairs on her neck and reached out to brush them aside.

Like most beautiful female prisoners, the eldest daughter-in-law's neck was frail; her exquisitely beautiful head was almost severed by Yan Xiaoyi's blade.

Her kneeling body, following the blade's sweep across her neck, leaped forward and upward, then landed heavily on the platform with a loud thud.

Yan Xiaoyi saw her lie there stiffly, her hands and feet twitching briefly before falling silent.

He saw the foreigners standing by the platform, constantly taking pictures of the headless female corpse and discussing amongst themselves. Although Yan Xiaoyi couldn't understand their words, he knew from their expressions that they, at least, were eager to see an naked Liu eldest daughter-in-law.

Yan Xiaoyi went over and picked up Liu eldest daughter-in-law's head. Her eyes were half-open, still beautiful.

Xiaoyi held the head up to show the surrounding crowd, then placed it on a red lacquered tray held by a yamen runner to be taken to the governor for the final examination.

To vent his frustration at not seeing the young mistress's vital parts, Yan Xiaoyi stomped hard on her buttocks, leaving a large, dark footprint on her snow-white skin. This earned him a cheer, which pleased him somewhat.

He then used his foot to flip her limp body over before walking towards the edge of the stage.

As he stepped off, Yan Xiaoyi looked back at the young mistress's corpse.

He suddenly realized something: civilization was merely a fig leaf covering the young mistress's buttocks, a means to deprive his family's five generations of the legendary art of slow slicing of their lives of performance.

"It seems this so-called 'civilization' is better off gone," Yan Xiaoyi muttered to himself.
(The End)

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