"Pfft—"
Miao Ne just couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Judging by how contorted her features were, she had really tried hard to hold back. As she struggled to keep it in, she patted Li Wan's shoulder with affectionate sympathy.
Li Wan said expressionlessly, "If you want to laugh, then laugh. Don't twitch like you're possessed. I know you're laughing at me in your heart."
Only after getting permission did Miao Ne clutch her stomach and laugh out loud.
"Thanks for all your efforts. I had no idea you'd suffered such torment."
This ordeal was enough to qualify for workplace injury compensation.
Even Ning Yan felt a little sorry for Li Wan.
This really couldn't be blamed on the girl. Anyone else would have snapped too. Scholars hung their hair from rafters and pricked their thighs with awls to study through bitter winters—not so they could be mistreated. After suffering such a humiliating disgrace without retaliating, they might develop a heart demon and never advance another inch in their whole lives!
When it was time to draw a sword, you had to draw it!
Li Wan pressed her tongue against her stinging cheek, still feeling a knot of anger in her chest. She had slapped the man's mother twice, slapped his father twice, and grabbed a stick to beat the man's lower head crooked amid the chaos. They said it was fractured, and he had nearly lost his manhood; without the Xinglin Physician's intervention, it might have been ruined for good. Yet she still couldn't work off her anger. When her mother saw her go berserk, she thought her daughter had been driven mad by torture in enemy territory and clung to her, weeping in grief. Li Wan's father, meanwhile, felt she had brought shame upon every one