Zhulan had been standing there like a backdrop, watching Wu Ming who, despite his small stature, was throwing around threats and intimidations, not letting anyone leave until they went to East City to deliver a message to Zhang Heng. They were to bring silver to settle matters, extorting a family so they wouldn't end up with broken legs. The family had brought ten taels of silver, while Zhang Heng, without showing his face, took twenty taels. In less than half an hour, thirty taels were in hand.
Zhulan looked at Wu Ming, who was only fifteen years old. People from ancient times really matured early. He was especially slick in leveraging his position, and he was ruthless, too. She could see it clearly—if the timing hadn't been wrong, Wu Ming would've genuinely wanted to break the man's legs.
