A strange scene was unfolding on the streets of Huanying City.
A group of men were glaring daggers at Ye Wushuang, while another group of women had their eyes fixed on Mengg Yiren.
"Bastard! This young lady is of noble status. How dare a lowly commoner like you defile her? Have you forgotten your place? Let go of her with your filthy hands, now!"
The young man spoke again, his words dripping with arrogance as he insulted Ye Wushuang for his lowly status and for defiling Mengg Yiren.
He was simply driven mad by jealousy. Why should Ye Wushuang get to attend to such a peerless beauty, and not them?
What enraged them even more was that this man's arm was wrapped around the peerless beauty's waist in such a provocative and intimate manner. It was utterly unforgivable.
"Let go of her!"
"Don't forget your station! You're just an attendant. Defiling your mistress is a crime punishable by the laws of the Huanying Empire."
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