"Where did this crazy old woman come from, daring to block our young lady's carriage?"
"Exactly! Raving like a lunatic—must be tired of living. Watch out or the horse will trample you to death!"
"Get lost, or this young master will give you another whipping!"
A few servant boys bared their fangs like fiends, cursing nonstop, their whips never stopping either.
The lashes fell on Lady Zhu one after another.
She howled in pain, mumbling and sobbing something indistinct, but no one could hear what she was saying.
Inside the carriage, Tang Ying was happily cradling a delicate little Sandalwood Box, gazing in infatuated delight at the jewelry she had just bought on the street.
Hearing the commotion outside, she immediately frowned.
"Who doesn't have eyes, making such a racket out there? It's ruining my mood!"
The maid beside her hurriedly lifted the curtain and leaned out to ask.
"Who is it? What's going on?"
