Seeing his appearance, the maid said, "Madam, is he about to speak?"
Lady Wu replied coldly, "I gave him a chance to speak before, but he kept silent. Heh, let's beat him half to death first, then make him talk!"
The maid raised the whip and struck it down.
She was strong and skilled in martial arts. With one lash, Zhang Zhuangtou rolled on the ground, making muffled sounds from his throat.
The maid lashed left and right, until Zhang Zhuangtou on the ground had no strength to howl, then she pulled the cloth from his mouth.
Zhang Zhuangtou lay on the ground, struggling, "Madam, I beg you to spare my life."
"My mother actually left one more thing to say."
Lady Wu looked at him coldly.
The maid whipped the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. Zhang Zhuangtou trembled with fear, "My mother said if one day, Madam asked about the events of eighteen years ago."
"Let me tell Madam."
"That child, when she went to discard him, he came back to life."
