The woman begged bitterly. Seeing her like this, a trace of reluctance flashed through the man's eyes, but in the end, he still kicked her away and said coldly.
"Stop begging. Keeping him alive would only make him suffer. There's no benefit to him in living."
"While he still knows nothing, letting him leave peacefully is for the best."
"I'll bring you my son's flesh and blood later."
After saying that, the man resolutely left with the infant in his arms, leaving only the woman sprawled on the ground, weeping loudly.
She was so helpless, so despairing.
Watching her own flesh and blood be carried away and eaten by someone else—what mother could endure such a feeling? It was no different from having flesh scraped from her body.
Ye Lin and Tang Qingru turned and left. Neither of them made a move.
If they wanted to help that woman, it would be no more difficult than turning over a hand. But what then? What would happen afterward?
The two continued walking, and before long, they spotted an exceedingly lavish residence.
Rather than a residence, it was more like a palace. Its gates were forged from pure gold, and two brawny men stood outside, spears in hand.
They formed a stark contrast with the gaunt, starving commoners lying on the ground by the entrance.
"Where did those two go?"
Tang Qingru asked. Ever since arriving here, she had not seen those two.
"Perhaps they're inside."
After speaking, Ye Lin walked forward on his own.
"Stop! This is an important site of the Lin Family. Unauthorized entry is forbidden."
The two burly men pointed their spears at Ye Lin and spoke coldly.
"Did a man and a woman go in just now?"
A palm-sized piece of gold appeared in Ye Lin's hand,