"That's my third brother's sharp voice! What's going on?" Daliang was suddenly stunned. "Lao San!"
Daliang strode into the room and saw Sanlang with a bloody gash on his head, and a broken wooden stool in two halves at his feet. Opposite, on a wooden bed, sat Miss Huang, whom he had brought back recently, with a face full of resentment.
The Eighth Princess was trembling with anger, as she had never been so humiliated in her life!
A mere rural villager dared to take advantage of her vulnerability!?
Earlier, just before Daliang came back, the Eighth Princess was thinking that her injuries were almost healed and that she could leave this poverty-stricken mountain village in a few days.
