A sudden sharp pain surged on her right cheek, not from skin and flesh, but from the heart. It was the first time she'd been slapped by a man, leaving her speechless in shock.
This brought her back to when she was a child, learning under the Pavilion Master of the then Qianhua Pavilion. That vicious old woman vented her stress by mercilessly slapping her cheek again and again, calling it 'discipline,' and she could only smile and endure.
Later on, that old hag died, and no one dared to slap her again. Instead, she was the one slapping others, and each time she slapped those underlings, she was ruthless, as if avenging the hardships she had endured when young.
These people were just like she was at that time, fearing her, hating her, but having no choice but to worship and follow her. She thought she had nearly forgotten those dreadful memories, yet You Su's slap brought back the shame, forbearance, flattery...
"Say thank you."
You slapped me, and you want me to say thank you?
