6. Copying Sutras

Lin Yun felt somewhat displeased. The three servants before her should have been tougher, so she could have more room to maneuver. Yet, when Qian Da came with Lin Yun asking for money, before she could even utter a word, the three servants had already rummaged through their belongings and gathered the money.

Qian Da counted the amount and said with doubt, “This is more than needed.”

Li Liu, the leader of the three, forced a smile and said, “When we took the money, it was agreed to be a loan, so there must be interest. We didn’t have much, so we only charged two percent, one percent less than the moneylender. Please don’t be displeased.”

Though his words were directed at Qian Da, Li Liu’s gaze kept flickering toward Lin Yun, fearing she might take offense.

Lin Yun was ready to put on a grand show, but her fist swung through the air in vain. Before she could assert herself, the others knelt first, which annoyed her. She puffed out her cheeks.

Li Liu, born into a family servant role, had long learned to read his master’s mood. He immediately sensed that this Second Miss Lin was not in a good mood. Times had changed; this Second Miss was no longer the pitiable girl she once was. For her future ease, he had to let her vent.

Just as Lin Yun thought these three knelt too quickly in spirit, she suddenly heard a “plop” as the servant at the front, pale-skinned and small-eyed, abruptly knelt down, followed immediately by the other two.

Startled, Lin Yun took a step back. The three began slapping their own faces repeatedly. The sharp “smack” sounds rang out relentlessly, making one’s teeth ache; each slap must have been struck with great force.

Lin Yun’s original intent had been to show off her power, but seeing this scene, her earlier excitement instantly cooled. She found it utterly meaningless.

Quickly, she called out, “Stop hitting yourselves.”

Only when Lin Yun spoke did the three servants dare to stop. Their faces gradually swelled and reddened, finger marks clearly visible on their cheeks. They were already unattractive, and now looked even worse.

Li Liu bowed his head low, his tone filled with humility and sincerity: “Second Miss, it was wrong of us to bully Qian Da. We’ve learned our lesson and won’t repeat it. We hope you can be magnanimous and not hold it against us. If you still feel unsatisfied, I’ll continue to punish myself.”

Saying that, Li Liu slapped himself hard twice more. Lin Yun stopped him, “Enough, get up.”

Turning to Qian Da, she asked, “Have you forgiven them?”

Since arriving here, Qian Da had focused solely on collecting the money, paying no attention to the state of his former friends. Whether they knelt or slapped themselves, Qian Da didn’t even frown. His eyes were fixed solely on his friend, Second Miss Lin.

Upon hearing the question, Qian Da shook his head, “I don’t care about them.”

Since Qian Da was indifferent, Lin Yun didn’t bother wasting words about not bullying others. Instead, she directly ordered the three servants to stand and leave.

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