"Make way, make way!"
The shouts of rebuke drew closer and closer. Yang Zhengshan hurriedly pulled Yang Mingzhi aside to dodge to the roadside.
Then he saw a group of soldiers rush over, driving away the bystanders who had gathered to watch.
At the same time, he saw what was happening amidst the crowd.
A young man in crimson-purple brocade robes was holding a whip and lashing two people.
The ones being beaten were a boy and a girl. The boy was around sixteen or seventeen, while the girl seemed to be only ten. The boy shielded the little girl in his arms, allowing Young Master Zhang IV to whip his back as muffled screams escaped him one after another.
Seven or eight servants dressed in blue stood nearby, glaring viciously at the onlooking passersby.
What a fine show of throwing one's weight around and bullying others!
Yang Zhengshan shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
But just as he looked away, he suddenly sensed someone watching him.
Following that feeling, he looked over and revealed a stunned expression.
Zhou Lan!
Surrounded by a group of soldiers, Zhou Lan rode over on horseback.
The person he had waited three days without seeing had unexpectedly appeared before him now.
Zhou Lan gave him a slight nod, then rode past him with a solemn expression.
"Move aside!" a soldier barked.
"Where did this fool come from? How dare you disturb this young master's pleasure?" Zhang Chen stopped whipping them and glared ferociously at the soldiers rushing over.
Yet the moment his words fell, a whip whistled through the air.
Crack!
A black whip lashed viciously across his body.
His crimson-purple brocade robes split apart, revealing a bloody welt.
Zhang Chen let out a shrill scream and crashed heavily onto the bluestone street.