Fletcher Shen's shackles were removed, and he stretched his wrists, listening to Xiaoqi's endless complaints. Sylvester Ji pushed the wheelbarrow and unloaded the wine for the imperial guards swiftly, then moved over with a coarse cloth wrapped around his head.
Xiao Qi told Sylvester Ji to clean up the yard before going out, and then went outside to instruct the guard team tonight not to spread any rumors.
"Are you hurt?" Sylvester Ji pulled Fletcher Shen's arm.
"No." Fletcher Shen raised his hand and wiped his neck, where Casper Xiao had left a mark. He said, "Master."
Sylvester Ji said: "Where does it hurt?"
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