"It's okay." Chu Qiao said with a mild smile, "I'll be fine after some rest."
"Oh." Huan'er nodded and left the room. As soon as the door closed, the face of the child instantly changed. She thought to herself, even such a scandal is not enough to get rid of Zhu Shun? Alright, I will end him with my own hands then.
Chu Qiao bit her lips slowly, while sitting on her chair. It seemed like she would have to come up with brand new plans now.
The doors of steward Zhu Shun's courtyard were closed shut, but the sounds of a man screaming like a pig-slaughter could still be heard in the distance. Peasants passing by walked with their heads down. No one dared to take a look at what was happening, but their gloating expressions still beamed on their faces—seeing Zhu Shun suffer made them even happier than getting their salary at year end.
