After being fed, the person on the ground finally came back to life. Xueying then handed the dagger to the whip-wielder.
"Young brother, this bastard is yours. Kill him or torture him as you please." The whip-wielder looked the dagger up and down, then slammed it onto Xueying's shoulder.
"Take your hand off!"
Suddenly, a voice filled with anger yet restraint rang out from behind Xueying.
The whip-wielder saw a handsome young soldier standing behind Xueying, dressed in a yellow-bordered banner.
However, the whip-wielder removed his hand from Xueying's shoulder, because the other party's attire clearly indicated that her military rank was above his own.
"Give me back the dagger! How dare you just give away something I gave you like that?" Hongli roared at Xueying's retreating figure.
"I did it to save people!" Xueying shrugged and whispered.
Hongli glared angrily at the soldiers and shouted, "How dare you commit such a heinous act of private torture? Who is he?"
"This paparazzi—oh, no, this man is a savage from the grasslands. He's always stealing our warhorses. We finally caught him, so we're just teaching him a lesson," the whip-wielder said immediately. Although he didn't know that the person standing in front of him was Hongli, he understood from Hongli's attire and appearance that he was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"You still want the knife?" Hongli glared at them angrily.
"This humble servant dares not. This humble servant dares not." The whip-wielder immediately presented the knife in his hand to Hongli with both hands.
"Hurry up and take it down! Once I've given it away, I never take it back!" Hongli roared at Xueying again.
Xueying frowned and took it from the person's hand.
"He's still a child, let him go," Xueying said to the whip-wielder.
"Yes, let it go." The whip-wielder dared not disobey, so he turned to the person sitting on the ground and said, "Get out of here now, and don't let us see you again. Next time, there won't be such a good thing."
The man stood up, his hair almost covering half his face. He glanced at Xueying, then immediately slipped under the fence and ran away.
"Come with me!" Hongli shouted at Xueying, then turned and left in a flash. Xueying quickly followed.
The people in the stable looked at the two figures from behind, somewhat puzzled.
"Boss, who are those soldiers behind us, and who was that guy just now?" one of them asked, stroking his chin.
“Didn’t you see he was wearing armor with the Bordered Yellow Banner? His rank must be higher than ours. But who exactly is this soldier behind him?” the whip-wielder asked.
"But boss, I just saw that the man in the yellow-bordered armor practically spit fire in his eyes when he saw you put your hand on that soldier's shoulder," one of the soldiers said in the narration.
Xueying followed Hongli halfway when Hongli suddenly turned around, stared at Xueying, and said, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to run around anymore, understand?"
Seeing Hongli's stern face, Xueying nodded.
"You didn't keep the things that Master gave you properly, but instead gave them away for a complete stranger?" Hongli grabbed Xueying's arm and said.
"If I don't save him, I'm afraid they'll beat me to death," Xueying said. A sharp pain shot through her arm; Hongli's grip had been too strong.
"You're being kind? But I find it strange that you would be so kind?" Hongli stared at Xueying's face and said.
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