So, she said softly, "Zhizhi, no one will spread it; your eldest sister was just making a metaphor."
"Grandmother, you don't understand, these dog servants need to be whipped into shape from time to time, otherwise, they won't stay honest."
Situ Zhi didn't realize anything inappropriate about his behavior and spoke as if it were completely reasonable.
His perspective was, after all, inseparable from the education he received from childhood.
Indeed, ever since he understood things, everyone in the General's Mansion revolved around him, and Auntie Tang often warned the maids around him: If anyone dared to cause the Young Master to lose even a single hair, she would see to it they lose their lives. The Young Master's life is precious, incomparable to their worthless ones.
In such an atmosphere, Situ Zhi slowly grew up, his thinking drastically changing, and he couldn't care less about the lives of maids; countless maids had died at his hands.
