In the inn, Huang Li was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Once he entered the room, he could finally speak.
"Old Master, please think again. The young lady is a noble-born; how can she lose a finger like this?" Huang Li said anxiously.
Huang Da snorted coldly, "Foolish! Is one finger more important than a life? Huang Li, Huang Li, why have you become so shortsighted?"
"Old Master, does she really dare not save the young lady? It's just an official of some rank in the Imperial Court, and our family has some background. Why endure this insult?" Huang Li said discontentedly.
