Old Liang had a few wounds, bleeding profusely, making it clear he couldn't perform at his best right now.
Hearing Xia Wenjin's words, he thought he should bind his wounds as quickly as possible, maybe he could help the young miss, so he took two steps back, hurriedly opened the bottle and sprinkled antiseptic medicine on his body.
The attacks from the man in gray and the man in brown clothes were already approaching, and the dagger in Xia Wenjin's hand suddenly flew out.
Throwing away the dagger before the opponents even arrived seemed baffling indeed.
The sharp-tongued woman and her group started laughing.
She must know she can't win, and is throwing away her weapon to plead for mercy.
Clearly, she has some brains, knowing how to use her pretty looks to beg the young master for leniency. Even if it means sacrificing a coachman, she could become the young master's concubine and live a life of luxury, at least she wouldn't have to ride such a shabby carriage anymore.
