Shan Yuru finally grew a little afraid. She hurriedly said to Zhong Zhongyou, "Since things have come to this, I admit defeat. I'll give you all my cultivation, but I only ask that, for the sake of our shared sect, you give me a swift death. Don't subject me to such humiliation."
Zhong Zhongyou laughed loudly. "Who would have thought that Cult Master Shan, who once turned all under heaven upside down, could feel fear too? If you had made this offer from the start, I might have considered it. But isn't it too late to say that now? The spring night is short. With so many strong men to serve you, my dear niece, even if you die, you can still die as a lustful ghost." He was still somewhat wary that she might possess some unknown secret technique. To completely shatter her psychological defenses, he had to first plunge her into extreme terror.
Wanyan Chongjie tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve, trembling with rage. "These people are too shameless. Brother, can you save her?"
Song Qingshu froze. "Shan Yuru isn't a good person either. Are you sure you want to save her?"
Wanyan Chongjie nodded. "If she were killed by someone stronger than her, that would be one thing. But these people are taking advantage of her weakness, and they're being so shameless. I can't stand seeing a group of men bully a helpless woman like this."
Song Qingshu suddenly understood. In her earlier years, Wanyan Chongjie and her widowed mother must have suffered plenty of bullying in the Jin Dynasty. She had watched her mother navigate all kinds of people to protect her. This scene must have reminded her of those old memories.
"Fine." Song Qingshu nodded, took her hand, and walked forward. The crowd ahead was packed