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The personal attendant to Gao Jin refused to believe such news, spitting and kicking the door attendant, "What rubbish are you spouting so early in the morning?"
The door attendant fell over from the kick, and without managing to get up, he cried out in protest, "Sir...I'm not talking nonsense! It's true! Laosan, who's in charge of the purchasing for our house, was beaten half to death and dragged away by the soldiers—"
At that news, the entire courtyard exploded in panic, their fearful eyes turning to Gao Jin.
As servants to an official, who hadn't heard of a few instances each year where officials were raided and their families sold into slavery?
Which official, in his right mind, would find his home surrounded by soldiers if not for an impending raid on his estate?
The timid maids began to cover their faces and cry, while the clever and quick-witted ones were already sneaking back, hoping to pack up their belongings and hide them.
