"You! You, country bumpkin, you dared to do this to me!" The person could not hold back his anger as he stretched his hands out to cover the torn shreds of his robe.
Lou Xiaoxiao held the sword and pointed it at his throat. "Seeing how you're dressed, you're only a servant in the Prefectural Governor's mansion! So what exactly are you so proud of? Even if I'm not good, my surname is still Lou."
The person's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled as he stared at the long sword. "Put, put the sword down…"
"Give me a reason to put my sword down," Lou Xiaoxiao said as she exerted a little strength.
The man felt a wave of pain in his neck, and he almost fell apart. "I was in the wrong. I realize my mistake. Young lady, I shouldn't have looked down on you. I beg you to let me go. I still have an elderly mother at home…"
