A Courtyard, Number 19.
Hoarse roars of fury echoed from within the courtyard, accompanied by the crashing sound of things being smashed.
There were many people in the courtyard, but not a single one dared to speak. They all stood with their heads bowed, even suppressing their breathing.
Geng Ye was among them, his head lowered, not saying a word.
The ground was littered with all sorts of fragments—from stools, jade ornaments, bowls, and plates...
Shen Han stood barefoot on the messy floor, treading on the shards of jade and porcelain.
His outer robe, long since ripped to shreds, lay on the ground. He wore only a disheveled inner tunic, his chest heaving violently. Each breath was a ragged, rasping sound, like air being forced through a broken bellows.
He recalled the scene from that morning—he had been slapped in front of everyone, like a common dog!
"How dare he... Who does he think he is?!"
