"Did His Majesty order you to strip him clean and bring him up?" an old female official asked with furrowed brows.
"Yes, madam. My subordinate kicked the prisoner twice and was reprimanded by the Sovereign for not cherishing tenderness." The reply came from one of the young female officials serving in the military tent, who appeared quite compliant at this moment.
In a large bath barrel, Sima Liancheng was still tied tightly, being watched by several old women, which made his hair stand on end.
Finally, unable to bear it anymore, a flash of determination gleamed in his eyes, his lips pressed together.
"Bang!"
In the next moment, the entire bath barrel was smashed to pieces by a palm strike from one of the old female officials, leaving Sima Liancheng powerless and sprawling on the ground, like a drenched chicken, in utter disarray.
The old female official, full of resentment, sternly rebuked, "Presumptuous! Indeed daring to fantasize about taking one's own life!"
