Shen Xinglei's face twisted in fury as he grabbed a hemp rope, ready to bind Shen Yinning's hands.
Shen Yinning's expression remained cold as ice.
In those three years in Gan State, while she had learned a few self-defense moves, they were techniques meant for critical moments to save her life through ambushes.
After all, there was an innate disparity in strength between men and women. Against such an overwhelming power difference, those few moves were impossible to apply directly to Shen Xinglei.
As she contemplated how to break the stalemate, Xue Mianmian suddenly stepped in front of her protectively.
The delicate young girl, smaller than Shen Yinning and frail as a flower, was utterly powerless. Though her action was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, she still summoned all her courage, yelling at Shen Xinglei, "You're not allowed to touch Zhaozhao! Otherwise, otherwise I'll…"
