“Stop.” A cold voice commands, halting the sword of the executioner midway. You had shielded your face, hiding from the fate that awaited you. The person who stopped this was the crown prince of Liyue, Xiao. He looked pissed at how everyone was protesting that you be killed to pay for your father’s tyranny and that you’re not one of them. “Do you not think twice before killing!? I’ll marry her, that makes her one of us. She’s done no wrong.” He said coldly.