Song Yaoyao said to the guards behind her:
"Go help my second brother. Beat them hard, but leave them breathing!
Especially that bastard who lunged at my eldest sister. Break one of his legs."
"Yes."
Several guards charged forward and began pummeling the men!
Ning Gao received the worst beating.
At the time, Song Yaoyao and Song Qingling had been walking ahead, some distance from Song Qingyu, Song Qinghui, and the guards. Those wastrels had thought the two young women were alone, with no one accompanying them, which was why they had dared to act that way.
Had they known the women were accompanied not only by family but also by guards, they would never have dared, even under threat of death.
Young ladies whose households employed guards were definitely from officials' families. They were people these men could not afford to offend!
It was already too late for regrets.
The men kept begging for mercy, but Song Yaoyao showed no intention of calling a halt!
They had dared to set their sights on her eldest sister. They were truly courting death!
The commotion soon drew Baiyun Temple's attention. Almost no one ever came to blows within the temple grounds.
Before long, several monks hurried over. Upon seeing Song Yaoyao, they first bowed, then asked:
"Princess Jiahe, what happened here?"
When the wastrels heard the monks address the young girl as a commandery princess, they sank further into despair. They had never imagined that a single outing would lead them to offend a commandery princess!
They were doomed this time!
The wastrels began pleading with the monks for help:
"Masters, save us..."
Song Yaoyao's gaze turned fierce:
"None of you are to stop. Beat them hard.
Even if Master Liaoran comes today, I'll still have them beaten!"
The monks did