Yan Daopo instinctively wanted to flee, but Xiao Xi and Duoshou firmly held her in place. The two maids had also heard the shouting from outside, and their smiles had long vanished without a trace. Both glared at Yan Daopo with hatred.
In winter, the windows in this room were all sealed, and there were guards at the door, making escape impossible.
Listening to the approaching footsteps, Yan Daopo's legs began to weaken.
Soon, someone lifted the door curtain, and Wu Lang appeared at the entrance with his men.
"Tie up this old witch," Wu Lang waved his hand, and a strong matron came forward to bind Yan Daopo securely with thick hemp rope.
At this moment, Yan Daopo became slightly more composed. She knelt on the ground, repeatedly declaring her innocence.
Wu Lang snorted coldly, and immediately a matron approached, slapping Yan Daopo hard on both cheeks. Watching Yan Daopo's cheeks swell and blood trickle from the corners of her mouth, Wu Lang finally commanded the matron to stop.
