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"Brothers, there are only a few left. Do you want them or not?"
There were five of them, all around fifteen or sixteen years old. Their eyes held no malice; instead, they flickered with a hint of awkwardness. Seeing Xia Muxin's straightforwardness left them exchanging glances, unsure of how to respond.
"Just a few copper coins, enough to send a beggar on his way. Hurry up and hand over the silver," one of the older boys finally shouted.
Xia Muxin smiled lightly, raising her hands in a gesture of surrender. "This is really all I have. If you don't believe me, feel free to search."
"Muxin, don't!"
Seeing Xia Muxin raise her hands and invite one of the boys to search her, Summer Forest nearly stumbled backward in shock, exclaiming loudly.
The boy's eyes flickered for a moment, but then he seemed to remember something. His gaze darkened as he spat into his hand and said fiercely, "Go ahead and search. You think I'm afraid of you?"
"Jin!"
As several teenagers stepped forward at once, Summer Forest yanked the shoulder pole from his shoulder and swung it at them. But before he could strike, a wail echoed through the air.
"Are you gentlemen going to see the officials or what...?"
A luxurious carriage slowly rolled down the shaded path, laughter like silver bells occasionally ringing out from within.
“Li Gongzi, Qiu Shui has lost, so please stop making things difficult for her.”
Inside the carriage, Zhao Qiushui's pretty face turned red. She leaned weakly against the chest of a stunningly handsome man, Bai Xi, her delicate hand playfully tapping on his chest as she tilted her head slightly, looking up at the cold-faced man with a hint of sulkiness.
The man’s thin lips curled slightly as he expressionlessly lifted his wine cup. With a blink of his eye, the cup was already at Zhao Qiushui's lips. “This young master does not like to use violence against women.”
Zhao Qiushui felt embarrassed as her charm had not gained her any advantage. She steadied herself, adjusted her clothing, and obediently accepted the wine cup, drinking it all in one go.
Rong Li retracted his cold gaze, playing with a jade ring on his finger. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, wearing an inscrutable expression that made Zhao Qiushui's heart race.
“Ah... please spare me, I promise we won't dare again.”
Suddenly, a wailing sound came from the front, and the carriage came to a halt. Li Sheng's voice called from outside: “Young Master!”
Rong Li's eyes darkened; he hated being interrupted mid-thought. He had intended to say something harsh but was inexplicably compelled to lift the curtain of the carriage.
What he saw were four young men tied up with grass ropes, unable to move. Another young man was being stomped on by a child who was mercilessly grinding him down. The wailing continued from the young man.
The child held a stick in hand, hitting the young man's backside intermittently while chanting.
“Since your parents are busy making a living, I’ll teach you a lesson. Why choose the wrong path when there are so many good ones? If your mother knew you were like this, she would probably regret giving birth to you. You’re already grown up; even the board members have married and started families. I’m still so young and know I need to be self-reliant. Do you still have the face to live in this world?”
This child is quite fierce!
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