Inside a simply furnished small building, a plum vase sat on the table by the window. A few sprigs of pale pink flowers whose names were unknown stood in it, giving off a faint fragrance.
A beaded curtain hung low, with thumb-sized silver bells dangling along its bottom edge.
The entire room was filled with the tastes and aesthetic sensibilities unique to an innocent young girl.
Si Hong Miaoli rose with an even expression from the flower-carved bathtub. She had just changed into her dress when a female Section Chief knocked and entered.
The female Section Chief wore a white robe with blue patterns. A faint melancholy showed between her brows, and as soon as she came in, she said, "Junior Sister Song, another prisoner has violated the rules. Please hurry over and deal with him."
"This prisoner is unruly by nature. If we don't teach him a proper lesson, we may only encourage his arrogance, and the consequences could be endless."
"So please, Junior Sister, don't go easy on him."
Si Hong Miaoli nodded. "All right."
Then she followed the female Section Chief toward the execution gorge.
The way was deserted and quiet, with not a soul in sight.
The two chatted casually for a few moments. "I heard some more senior brothers and sisters were transferred out of the 'Xuan' District a few days ago?"
"That's right."
"Who knows when the fighting will finally die down."
"Mm."
Soon, the female Section Chief's coolness left them both in silence.
Si Hong Miaoli knew the reason well. The Anti-Pseudo War had grown so fierce that all of this female Section Chief's senior brothers and sisters had been killed in battle.
As a result, the other woman had been in very low spirits lately.
Ha!
The Pseudo Dao was the Pseudo