A chest of gold and silver? A dowry box? A luxurious item that symbolized the grandeur of the Sang family?
There was not a single shadow.
One day, two days, three days...
For seven or eight days in a row, they came here every day to wait.
The spring weather was chilly, and a cold wind whistled into the alley. Sang Wenyin, wrapped in a thin, old cotton-padded jacket, felt her hands and feet freezing cold.
Liao Lingxi's face turned blue from the cold and he kept sniffing. His scholarly reserve had long been frozen away, leaving only a disheveled look.
That side door, however, never spit out anything they desired.
"What's going on? Is the Yao family really so shameless? They even swallowed up a maid's dowry?" Sang Wenyin was angry and anxious, her lips turned purple from the cold.
Liao Lingxi also became anxious and stamped his feet to keep away the cold: "This shouldn't be the case. A family of scholars...reputation..." He himself began to waver.
Could it be that the Yao family, seeing the dowry as so generous, simply shamelessly suffered the loss? What about his path to success in the imperial examination? How long will this hardship last?
After enduring another bone-chilling day, the sun hung dimly in the west and dusk began to fall.
Liao Lingxi's mood was even darker than the dusk, his head full of gloomy thoughts. He walked heavily towards the small, dilapidated courtyard where he lived, hoping to take a shortcut, and turned into a short, narrow, and dim alley.
There were a lot of debris piled up in the alley, which made it even more eerie.
Just reached the middle of the alley.
Whoosh!
A large hemp bag fell from the sky without warning, instantly covering the defenseless Liao Lingxi tightly.
"Who?! Ugh..." Liao Lingxi's terrified cry was muffled in the bag.
Immediately afterwards, seven or eight black shadows rushed out from the piles of debris on both sides of the alley and from the corners. They were all ragged beggars!
"Get started!" someone shouted.
Heavy sticks, hard fists, and broken shoe soles covered with mud rained down on the sacks on the ground!
Bang! Bang! Boom!
“Ugh—!”
"Have mercy on me! Please spare me, sir!!" Liao Lingxi's plea for mercy was replaced by a heart-wrenching cry of pain.
The beggars were very measured in their attacks, and they targeted the legs and waist, where the flesh was thick and difficult to hit, but their strength was extremely ruthless, and it was obvious that they wanted to hit them hard and cripple them!
In the chaos, a beggar's hand reached into the sack and fumbled around the body of Liao Lingxi, who was curled up in pain. He seemed to have touched something, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled it out.
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