Yan Lingzhen's hands were pinned behind her back.
"Seeing you up close like this, you are truly beautiful," the man said with a lecherous gaze.
Yan Lingzhen looked at him, "Can you keep some distance? You have bad breath."
The man flew into a rage, raising his hand to slap her, but suddenly, something clung to his leg.
"Stop, stop..."
It was the Palace Maid who had been thrown to the ground; she had crawled from the doorway to their spot while they were fighting.
Yan Lingzhen looked at her, her eyes conveying pain.
"...Don't, don't touch Miss Xiaoliu!" The Palace Maid used all her strength to cling to the man's leg, half her face covered in blood, looking grotesque and terrifying.
The man kicked her away, "Such an unlucky creature, die off to the side."
With a beauty like Yan Lingzhen before him, who would want this bland and tasteless Palace Maid.
His kick sent the Palace Maid rolling on the ground, crashing against a tree stump, motionless...
