[Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why did Mengyuan tell people to get lost the moment he opened his mouth?]
The martial artist knew Tan Ting would fly into a rage, but he hadn't expected him to be so wild and fiery. For a moment, he even felt a little regret.
[If you were a real woman, I'd overcome every obstacle just to try you out. I'd make you have a child for me and me alone.] The martial artist grinned as he spoke, his words deeply humiliating. Ignoring the murderous look in Tan Ting's eyes, he leaned closer and breathed against his cheek. [Mengyuan probably still doesn't know what kind of place this is, does he? I hear the Mengyuan clan has a stable. They keep plenty of mares there, and when the season comes, they pick the strongest stallions to breed with them. Well, we do the same kind of work here—we look after the stables. And your sister? She's one of the mares.]
Tan Ting's eyes flew open. His gaze was ferocious, as if he wanted to devour the man.
[Watch your mouth!]
The martial artist clamped a hand around his jaw. A chilling, sinister smile appeared on his face. [Why are you so angry, Mengyuan? Do you think I'm a heartless beast, worse than an animal? That I'm bullying a bunch of helpless women and children? Tsk, why did you spit again?]
The martial artist wiped the saliva from his face with a helpless look.
He waved for the guards to give Tan Ting a few lashes.
[Hit his legs and face. Don't damage his torso.]
The jailer dipped the coiled whip into a wooden basin of salt water. The dark iron whip swept through the air in a crescent, its fierce arc accompanied by a sharp whoosh, and