Following that, Yang's wife felt a sudden pain in her chest. She looked up to see a delicate foot lightly resting on her chest, appearing as if a mere shift could remove it.
Yet, Yang's wife, being the one stepped on, intensely felt the pressure; no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move an inch.
To outsiders, this scene was oddly humorous.
Yang's wife, who just moments ago had fiercely overpowered a dozen maids and old women with all her might, now lay flat on the ground, with the dainty foot of the Magistrate's Lady pressing down on her chest, like a flipped turtle, flailing her limbs but unable to rise, her hair bun askew and golden hairpins scattered on the floor, yet couldn't turn over.
Gradually, the hearts of the previously terrified and fearful women began to calm, and they slowly stood up.
Some of the braver ones couldn't help but chuckle.
