Qin Er knelt on the ground, unable to cry or shed tears, "I don't know either."
He turned to look at Qin Yan, "Didn't you say that kid came from the countryside?"
Jiang Zhongxing's guard, Ah Qiu, heard his words and slapped him, "Who are you talking about? Are you even worthy to mention our young master?"
Qin Er's head was struck to one side, and a thin line of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't even dare to make a sound, lowering his head with a mournful expression.
Qin Yan knelt beside him, trembling uncontrollably.
Her father was at least a sixth-ranked official; she somewhat understood what the title of a duke meant.
She kept signaling to the maid, Liu Er, not far away, desperately mouthing the words, "Quickly, go fetch my father to save me."
Her father's place of work was over a hundred li from Xiang City, but he happened to be in Xiang City on official business these days, at home.
