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"Hurry up, stop crying!!"

Mr. Zhang seemed very displeased by the girl's tears. Without any tenderness, he forcefully yanked the chain, and the girl stumbled and fell to the ground.

She seemed to cry even more bitterly, weeping helplessly for the days that were about to be enslaved, trampled, and tortured.

The laughter of those around them grew even louder.

No one can help her; even if she begs and cries, it will only make those people happier.

The hall was filled with a rich aroma.

The girl's helpless cries, Mr. Zhang's scolding, and the indifferent laughter of those around them—all these sounds combined to create a human tragedy that filled people with righteous indignation.

No one will heed the cries of the weak.

Because such crying only makes those despicable strongmen happier and more excited.

boom--

The sandalwood screen inlaid with boxwood and carved dragons and clouds suddenly collapsed, abruptly silencing the cruel laughter that filled the hall. Everyone stared in shock at the direction the screen had fallen.

Yunniang also raised her head, but the light in her eyes faltered slightly when she saw the figure behind the screen.

The one who pushed over the cloud-dragon screen was a tall, burly man, his face contorted with rage, who roared, "Aren't you ashamed of yourselves, so many of you bullying a weak woman?!"

However, even as he shouted like that, what truly astonished everyone was not the burly man, but the young nobleman behind him, who sat calmly at the wooden table with only a cup of tea in front of him.

Encounter

boom--

The sandalwood screen inlaid with boxwood and carved with dragons and clouds suddenly collapsed, abruptly silencing the cruel laughter that filled the hall. Everyone stared in shock at the direction the screen had fallen. Yunniang also raised her head, but the light in her eyes faltered slightly when she caught sight of the figure behind the screen.

The one who pushed over the cloud-dragon screen was a tall, burly man, his face full of anger, who roared, "So many of you are bullying a weak woman, aren't you ashamed?!" However, even as he shouted like this...

What truly astonished everyone was not the burly man, but the young nobleman sitting steadily at the wooden table behind him, with only a cup of tea in front of him.

The first impression he gives is one of tranquility.

Dressed in bright yellow robes trimmed with luxurious gold, he was dazzlingly elegant and unparalleled. He simply sat there calmly, his gentle, fair face as clear as distant mountains.

Yet, what shone in his dark eyes was a serene and lofty temperament, just like the bright moon in the sky and a clear spring flowing.

This man, dressed in bright yellow brocade, possessed a gentle and refined air that transcended the mundane world.

While everyone was still in a daze...

The girl, who was chained up, suddenly stood up unsteadily and stumbled towards the screen, collapsing in front of the young man.

Driven by an instinctive will to survive, she seemed to sense that someone could save her.

Her hands, bound by chains, stretched out forward with all her might. It seemed as if someone was standing in front of her. Suddenly, she touched a soft hem of clothing. In an instant, she gripped the hem tightly, her weak voice barely audible.

"Help...help me..."

Her head was bowed, and her slender wrists were covered in bloodstains.

She just hoped someone could save her.

Therefore, she did not see that the hem of the garment she was holding was bright yellow, a color that only the imperial nobles of prosperous dynasties could use.

"Please... save me..."

The girl trembled and cried, the bloodstains on her hands staining the bright yellow hem of her dress.

The girl's consciousness was fading, her whole body burning with pain. She seemed to have poured all her hope into the hem of her clothing clutched in her right hand, afraid to let go. "...Save me...please...save me..."

In a daze, it seemed that person slowly leaned down, reached out and grasped the girl's bleeding wrist, touching the cold chain...

He bent down, extended his long, slender hand, and helped the girl who had fallen into the dust to her feet. The weak girl, still bound by chains, raised her head, her eyes filled with terrified tears. Large tears rolled down her dirty face as she looked at the person before her, her voice weak and trembling.

"……Help……"

What met her frightened eyes was a distant and serene light.

now.

The elegantly dressed young man gazed at the chain on the girl's wrist, noticing the blood on it, and was slightly moved. He unconsciously frowned. "The renowned Hongxiuzhao, could they really do something so cruel?!"

His question was spoken softly, yet carried a noble coldness.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

No one dared to answer his question. Even Boss Zhang, who was holding the other end of the chain, was embarrassed and dared not be as arrogant as before, but refused to put down the chain and stubbornly answered.

"This is a female slave I just bought. How I treat her is my business! Kid, you'd better be sensible and mind your own business!"

A commotion erupted in the crowd.

Yunniang's face turned pale.

This boss was indeed visiting Yangzhou for the first time, and was also completely clueless and naive.

He didn't even recognize who the young master standing in front of him was, and he didn't even look at his bright yellow clothes, yet he dared to shout like that.

He actually dared to tell this young master to be more sensible!

The young master who helped the girl up from the dust remained calm, his brows exuding nobility, like the most beautiful and dazzling light in the world, transcending the mortal realm.