"I already told you not to move around too much, your wounds will reopen if you keep at it." Yu Xiaoguang scolded, helping to reapply the bandages on the back of the whipped soldier.
He briefly recalled when Duke Lixin had him whipped some four years ago, it was an experience he would not soon forget.
Da-Xia stood next to Mei Deng, clutching onto his robes, literally sticking to him like glue. Both male servants were behind him, watching with interest how he treated the soldier.
"Don't worry about me, it's the women who are in danger, these bastards plan to auction them off!" He spat out, then proceeded to try stand up.
"Bastards? The audacity. Brother Mo, isn't he the one who switched sides so flippantly?" One of the servants spoke up, with three of his fingers placed on his lips.
Brother Mo gushed, "Brother Gu, he denounced his general and now thinks he can play hero. Pueh! Pueh!" Fake spitting, he mocked the soldier.
