When the servants heard this, they lost all hope. They knelt on the ground with a loud thud and their faces turned pale.
"Ninth master, ninth master! We know that we've done something wrong. It's our fault, please spare our lives! Ninth master, please let us go. We'll work as your slaves even in our next life in order to repay you for your mercy."
Ye Beisheng choked for a moment. Everyone said that one would rather provoke the king of hell than provoke the Ninth master. This saying was indeed true.
As if realizing that it was useless to plead with the Ninth master, all the servants looked at Ye Beisheng and bowed down to her.
"Madam, please spare us. Please have mercy on us."
"Madam, we shouldn't have said that you're a Vixen. Please spare our lives. Madam …"
Only the servant who had mocked Ye Beisheng for not being dead remained silent. The rest of the servants kneeled on the ground, crying bitterly.
