The people outside the courtyard had also dispersed quite a bit.
In the yard, only the lonely figure of Xu Fengjiao remained, hanging from the beam, with no other movement around.
Due to her struggles, Xu Fengjiao had exhausted her strength to scream and shout and seemed resigned, simply hanging her head low.
Seeing Xu Fengjiao like this, Sun Yulan snorted coldly.
In her opinion, Xu Fengjiao indeed needed a lesson.
"You just stay here and reflect properly," she said.
Sun Yulan raised her eyes, glanced at the extremely disheveled Xu Fengjiao whose peach blossom eyes rolled back, and turned to go back to her own room.
Xu Fengjiao was left hanging there quietly, her long hair disheveled and in utter disarray.
She struggled to look around, feeling pain at every movement now.
Her heart was filled with unstoppable grievance.
"What have I done?"
"They say I have affairs, but doesn't Chu Dazhuang have affairs too?"
