"Good... okay." Under coercion, Xie Nian could only submit.
She knelt down to the girl in humiliation, "I'm sorry!"
Ying Zijin casually stood with one hand in her pocket, her gaze indifferent.
Absolutely ignoring her.
This attitude completely triggered Xie Nian's emotions.
But her injuries were too severe, and she couldn't utter another word before fainting.
The two guards who had followed her were stunned.
"What are you dawdling for?" Cheng Yuan retracted his hand, his tone bland, "Aren't you going to carry your young mistress back and find Ancient Medicine to treat her?"
"If it's too late and she suffers any lasting damage, will you be able to bear the responsibility?"
The two guards shivered and immediately stepped forward, carefully picking up Xie Nian and scurrying away in a sorry state.
The onlookers also dispersed.
