Although the First Emperor held no regard for human life, killing as he pleased, he had not reached the point of taking pleasure in bullying the weak. In the First Emperor's view, what the strong should do is rule over the weak and challenge those even stronger. Bullying the weak would only make oneself appear incompetent.
The red-robed woman, Meng Yue'er, cried a river of tears. She had been held in the palm of her family's hand since she was young, afraid she might suffer the slightest injury. Those young masters from wealthy families also swarmed around her.
When had she ever suffered such a great injustice? Her great-grandmother had clearly said, "Yue'er, ah, for a woman, cultivation isn't important. As long as you are beautiful, that's enough.
You are beautiful, and one day you will be noticed by the Master. No one will dare to bully you." This was not what her great-grandmother had said would happen.
"Let go of my young lady!"