"Make way, make way!"
The scolding voice grew closer and closer, and Yang Zhenshan quickly pulled Yang Mingzhi aside to avoid the road.
He then saw a group of soldiers rushing over, dispersing the onlookers who were watching the commotion.
At the same time, he caught sight of the scene amidst the crowd.
A young man dressed in dark purple brocade was lashing two people with a whip.
The two being beaten were a male and a female. The male seemed to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, while the girl appeared to be only about ten. The boy had the little girl protected in his arms, allowing Young Master Zhang Si to whip his back, emitting one muffled scream after another.
Around them, seven or eight Qingyi-clad house servants were menacingly glaring at the bystanders.
Quite a fine spectacle of power abuse!
Yang Zhenshan shook his head and averted his gaze.
But as he looked away, he suddenly felt someone staring at him.