Yuan Mengzhu frowned, wanting to say something, but faced with her son's pale face that lacked any trace of color, she found herself unable to utter a word.
At this moment, the well-intentioned Yang Ruxin was somewhat bewildered, truly bewildered. She had been prepared to take a whipping, but, looking at the already processed female household registration in her hand and then at the calm County Magistrate and his assistant urging her to leave quickly, she really didn't know how to react. Should she just say thank you?
"Miss Yang, you should hurry back home," Fang Dehua waved his hands, "I'm quite busy here. From now on, you've nothing to do with anyone else and no one can control you, including matters of your marriage and the properties in your name..."
"But... wasn't I..." Yang Ruxin hastily waved her hands, "Wasn't I supposed to be whipped? But..."
"You've already been whipped," the assistant to the County Magistrate laughed upon hearing this and pointed outside.
