"What are you doing?"
Ning Fan waved his hand and lifted Ziyun into the air.
Startled, Ziyun said, "This servant was wrong; I shouldn't have inquired too much. Please, Master, punish me."
To this bizarre scene, Ziyun felt no surprise. After coming here, she had become accustomed to such occurrences.
Looking at the ancient and aromatic surroundings and listening to the words from the old era, Ning Fan truly felt a sense of time dislocation, as if he had arrived in ancient times.
Ning Fan shook his head and said, "What wrong have you done? Those truly at fault are the Hu Family, less than pigs and dogs."
These flowers-like maidens were originally supposed to enjoy the best days of their youth.
But now, they live a life of apprehension, restrained and scared each day.
Ziyun had just mentioned that any minor mistake at the Hu Family resulted in beatings and scoldings as the lightest punishment. The most tragic was being fed to the silkworms, unable to live or die.
