C4 Sneaking out to Play

Shen Wushuang, fifteen years old, had a clear and delicate face and a strong body. Under her cute appearance, there was an extra bit of playfulness and playfulness.

Dressed in men's clothing and armor, he was using the Lightness Exercise skillfully in the courtyard.

In the past few years, Shen Wushuang's Lightness Exercise had already reached perfection.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, the corner of Shen Wushuang's mouth curled up slightly. Her slender index finger gently stroked her nose as she turned around and lightly flew past the manor wall.

"Miss, Miss …" Miss, you ran too fast! "

A few panting servants chased after Shen Wushuang, disappearing in a flash.

On the streets of the imperial city.

Shen Wushuang giggled as she finally shook off her small tail.

The usually lively bazaar was deserted as the crowd began to push their way towards the unremarkable corner of the street.

Shen Wushuang's curiosity was piqued as she walked over to join in the fun.

Unexpectedly, they were secretly selling the slaves of a declining country!

"These people used to be nobles. Look at how they are now."

"Invade our land and beat them to death!"

The onlookers ruthlessly threw rotten eggs at the ragged, fallen bodies.

The thick and viscous yolk liquid stuck on the slaves' faces, they could only grit their teeth and bear with it.

Resisting would only lead to more severe whipping by the traffickers.

Shen Wushuang clenched her small hands into fists as she watched.

These slaves looked to be the children of commoners, about the same age as Shen Wushuang.

The country was destroyed and subjected to such torture.

"Young master, I never thought I'd have such a dirty deal in the city."

At this moment, in another corner, two youths around the age of twenty were concealed within the crowd.

The teenager in blue that was called Young Master had a calm expression and clear eyes.

He looked at the scene in front of him with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Same old rules. The highest bidder gets it. Buy it as fast as you can!"

The blue-clothed youth glanced at the bookkeeper beside him.

The errand boy understood. Just as he took out the money pouch from his pocket, he was stopped by a crisp, young and domineering voice.

"This is illegal business, I'm going to report you!"

Everyone shifted their gazes onto Shen Wushuang.

A mocking voice came from the crowd.

Someone pointed at Shen Wushuang and mocked, "Hey kid, why are you not studying at home and joining in on the fun!"

"That's right, don't ruin my mood."

The peddler sneered, "You brat. You're still wet behind the ears."

He picked up the whip and slapped it hard on the ground, then threatened, "Child, do you know what this is?!"

"The one sitting in the yamen is my uncle!" Go ahead and report it! " The trafficker looked at her proudly.

"You!" Shen Wushuang gritted her teeth in anger.

Just now, she had thrown off all her servants. She didn't have the money to help these slaves.

"Stinking brat, if you don't leave now, I'll beat you up too!" The peddler raised his whip and lashed it hard at Shen Wushuang's feet.

Shen Wushuang was so frightened that she quivered. She rolled up her sleeves and stared at the trafficker, unwilling to be outdone.

"Aiya, stinking brat, you still dare to glare at me? Your skin must be itchy!" The trafficker stroked his whip, ready to strike.

At this time, the youth's gentle and loud voice sounded out, "I'll buy these people."

The teenager gave the errand boy a look, and the errand boy next to him threw the money bag over.

The trafficker weighed the heavy purse contentedly.

"Are you a fool or not? How can you give money to someone like him!"

Shen Wushuang muttered to herself, her heart unconvinced with what he had done.

"Stinking brat, I think you're itchy!" The trafficker raised his whip and dropped it on Shen Wushuang.

The teenager in blue quickly moved to Shen Wushuang's side and gently pulled her to the side.

His hand gripped the incoming whip steadily.

With a light tug, the trafficker threw himself forward, his mouth landing on the broken egg yolk on the floor.