"Are you really here to serve your sentence?!"
The prison guard, feeling both angry and helpless, had no choice but to hand over other prisoners to another guard and sheepishly escort Chen Muxue towards the women's section.
To his surprise, there were so many noblewomen from the palace imprisoned; passing by many occupied cells, the number far exceeded Chen Muxue's expectations.
"Wretched maid!"
Chen Muxue was startled and quickly dodged aside. The guard hadn't reacted in time and had his hair grabbed by the hand of a withered and skinny woman reaching out.
"Ah, ouch, ouch, ouch... let go!" The guard tilted his head, gritting his teeth in pain and worrying about his hair, trying to release the anger he'd been holding inside. He struck the bony, aged hand of the woman hard with a short stick.
"How dare you resist! Drag him away for me and behead him!" the woman's voice was sharp and grating.
