Ji Xiaosong didn't care whether Wu Daniu was genuinely repentant or just putting on a show for her.
As a First-Grade General, his behavior today—regardless of the motive—made Ji Xiaosong see him in a slightly better light.
Her body's previous owner might not have understood, but Ji Xiaosong saw it all perfectly clearly.
'That Xiao Mumu is just a pawn. All the schemes are most likely Li Zhixiao's doing.'
This time, Li Zhixiao was sentenced to forty military strikes. As a frail scholar, he'd be lucky to survive. If he was unlucky, he'd be beaten to a pulp.
Just as Li Zhixiao's continuous screams from the beating faded and he was about to pass out, Xiao Mumu suddenly broke free from the guards holding her and rushed into the courtyard.
She threw herself over Li Zhixiao, shielding him desperately. Her voice was hysterical. "Stop! You can't hit him anymore! He's not going to make it!"
The guards stopped, military canes in hand, and looked to Wu Daniu for instructions.
