Song Lianhe walked on, servants and guards hurrying past her. With her arms crossed and her head lowered, her gaze was dark and deep, her thoughts a mystery.
Zhou Cangyan had only just arrived in the city. The Holy Emperor had granted him a single manor and no other properties, so when twenty to thirty injured men were brought back at once, there was nowhere else to place them. A courtyard in the rear garden had to be cleared out.
On her way back to her room, Song Lianhe saw the men lying in the courtyard...
She stopped in her tracks.
A scene she remembered vividly from the book was now unfolding right before her eyes. The shock was immense.
All twenty to thirty men were lying in the shade of the trees along the veranda. It was clear they were in agony. Their wounds were festering at an alarming rate, with some so deep the bone was visible. It must have felt like countless ants gnawing at the injuries, a piercing pain that no ordinary person could withstand.
