Despite the First Emperor's nonchalance towards human life, killing as he pleased, he never went so far as to take pleasure in tormenting the powerless.
In the eyes of the First Emperor, what the strong ought to do was to rule over the weak and challenge the stronger ones.
Bullying the weak only served to show his own incapacity.
The red-dressed maiden, Meng Yue'er, was crying. Having been cherished by her family since childhood, fearing even a slight wound she might get, rich young men also circled around her. When had she ever suffered such indignity?
Her great-grandmother had clearly told her that as long as she was beautiful, it didn't matter what her cultivation was, and someday, she would be favored by the master, and no one would dare bully her.
But this was completely different from what her great-grandmother had described.
