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Xirui even accurately caught a hint of helplessness from the confusion on his face.

The man on the ground had long lost the ability to resist, but Wuwu didn't know what to do.

Xirui was silent for a moment, and then began to give orders from the side.

Xirui was somewhat aware of the well-known evil phenomenon of foot binding.

"Take off his shoes and socks, break his foot bones, and bend his four toes toward the soles of his feet..." Xirui spoke every word clearly.

Wu Wu was stunned for just a moment at first, but he quickly adjusted himself and reached out to the man's legs and feet.

"I don't! No, don't touch me!" The man seemed to have foreseen his own end, and was struggling desperately, trying to escape from Wu Wu.

Unfortunately, after three or two guards rushed over, all his efforts were destined to be in vain.

"If you don't agree, I will send you to the prefectural government. You blatantly ignored the ban, and I'm waiting to see how you die." This was a naked threat.

Foot binding has been banned for a long time simply because most Han women were kept in seclusion, making it difficult for the government to investigate.

But now, if he takes the man directly to the yamen and files a complaint, it would undoubtedly be like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth, and giving the ready-made credit to the prefect. Xirui doesn't believe that he can't deal with this man.

It was obvious that this man himself was aware of this. After hearing Xirui's words, his struggling movements became much less intense.

Either save his life or save his feet, he can still tell which is more important.

Xirui snorted coldly. If anyone was to blame anyone, they could only blame Suzhou Prefecture for being far away from the capital, which allowed them to live in comfort for too many years, making it difficult to change this bad habit now.

The term "three-inch golden lotus" is merely a nice-sounding term; the process of making it can only be described as cruel.

I had only heard of Xirui's two lives before, but had never seen them with my own eyes.

Of course, it wasn't just her. Even among so many people present, few knew that foot binding was carried out in this way.

When the roar was heard, the discussions around were suppressed.

Everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

Regardless of one's original opinion on the three-inch golden lotus, at this moment, the pair of blood-stained feet undoubtedly deeply stung the eyes of those around them.

Xirui noticed with sharp eyes that several people with weaker tolerance had begun to vomit.

The man on the ground rolled around in pain, screaming, and was then ruthlessly suppressed by the guards.

"Wrap him up with a piece of cloth, the tighter the better." Xirui said coldly.

A makeshift foot binding cloth was brought up.

"Master, why don't you stop watching." Qingque was a little worried.

This bloody scene would probably give timid people nightmares at night.

Xue Jing estimated that it was about time, so he followed Qingque in persuading, "Don't watch it, you won't make yourself sick anymore."

Xirui's gaze, which had been fixed on the bloody mass, instantly retracted. As if he could see through people's hearts, he looked straight at Xue Jing, "Do you like this?"

He lived in the Song Dynasty. Although foot binding was not yet popular at that time, it had already begun to show signs of development.

Now that you have lived in the south for many years, have you also gradually come to like or get used to this custom?

Xirui's eyes were sharp, forcing Xue Jing to take a half step back. He just kept saying, "I don't like this, not at all. What's good about this?"

Xue Jing spoke earnestly.

"Your sister-in-law has bound feet, and the girl I just met in the restaurant also has bound feet. What do you think of bound feet?" Xirui pressed on.

As if he was determined to find out Xue Jing's true thoughts, he stared at him intently.

At this moment, she was actually a little nervous, not knowing what answer Xue Jing would give.

I don’t even know if the answer will be what I expect.

Xue Jing's heart skipped a beat when she stared at him, and he blurted out the answer without even thinking, "I don't like bound feet. Only useless men would use such a cruel method to trap a woman's life, but I don't need it."

"I prefer to watch a girl run and ride a horse freely, go wherever she wants to go, and see the beautiful scenery she wants to see."

His voice seemed to have magical power, with a bit of bewitching feeling, which made Xirui absent-minded.

Qingque, who was beside the two of them, keenly noticed something from their conversation. She subconsciously took a few steps closer to Xirui and looked at Xue Jing vigilantly.

It's a pity that the two of them were immersed in their own thoughts and were still unaware of this.

He let Qingque's gaze sweep over him many times, but he didn't react at all.

"You..." Xirui was a little frightened, as if she didn't expect him to give such an answer. She stood there in shock.

The little girl's slightly flustered expression unexpectedly touched Xue Jing's heart.

After he said it, he instantly felt much more relaxed.

With the corners of his lips slightly raised, he seemed to hear the voice in his heart, encouraging him to continue speaking.

Just take this opportunity to make things clear.

"I..." Xue Jing mustered up his courage and wanted to tell Xirui that he loved her regardless of the consequences.

He wanted to say that in his eyes and heart, no other woman had ever stayed there. It had nothing to do with bound feet or not, it was just because those two places had already been occupied by someone else.

The young man's heart is moved and love lasts forever at first sight.

Since then, no matter how much time has passed, no matter how many people he meets, it cannot shake the position of that person in his heart.

"Cough cough!" As if to remind them to pay attention to the occasion, Qingque cleared his throat with all his might and almost damaged his good throat by coughing.

Fortunately, before she coughed until her face turned red and her neck became thick, Xirui and Xue Jing both got out of the atmosphere.

Both of them were too guilty to look at each other.

Trying hard to find ways to resolve the awkward situation from those around you.

"Gege, it's wrapped up."

Under the strong expectations of the two, Wuwu's words were like timely rain, saving them from embarrassment.

"Ah?" Xirui turned around hurriedly, and it was not until she saw the two lumps of flesh and blood on the ground that she regained her composure.

"Help him stand up and let him walk a few more steps." Walking more would be more conducive to the formation of three-inch golden lotus, right?

Being forced to walk on the ground with broken and bound feet, isn't this exactly what Xirui has seen in records many times before?

Wu Wu responded, and quickly called the guards to carry the man up.

The moment his feet were forced to stand upright, the man still struggled and screamed in pain.

The pain in his feet almost made him faint, but he was always on the verge of waking up.

He had already lost all his strength, his whole body was soaked with sweat, he was shivering, and could no longer utter a complete sentence.