Chapter Four: So, You Want to Cure It?

“Forget it. Since these embroidered shoes are worn out and can no longer be worn, I might as well take them off and show you.”

Seeing the girl’s eyes still clouded with confusion, Cheng Yingsnow bent down without hesitation and began peeling off the shoes and socks from her feet.

The blood, half-dried and stubbornly stuck to the flesh beneath the cloth, tore away with each pull, bringing fresh, nearly flesh-ripping pain.

By the time the young girl endured the agony and stripped away the entire three-foot length of binding cloth, her temples were already soaked with sweat.

“This is what it looks like...” Cheng Yingsnow sighed deeply after removing the foot bindings, taking in a couple of deep breaths of the fresh, misty air.

When peeling off the cloth earlier, the stench of blood and rot emanating from her foot bones had nearly made her eyes water—she wondered what was wrong with those women who admired small feet so obsessively.

Or perhaps... what they were truly infatuated with was never just small feet.

It was the group of people who, from a position of superiority, imposed mental, physical, and ritualistic restraints and control over others.

—She had even heard that some boys who played female roles in opera troupes were also subjected to foot binding.

Cheng Yingsnow’s gaze darkened further, and she was immensely grateful that she had torn off the bindings before the blood dried completely.

Otherwise, once the blood dried, the cloth would fuse even more tightly into the flesh, making its removal unbearably painful.

“This... this is utterly incomprehensible!” Su Changling’s voice was hushed but fierce when she saw the terrible condition of the girl’s foot. The knuckles of her hand clenched at her side until they turned white without her noticing.

She had only glanced twice before looking away in distress—the long hours trekking mountain roads had not only worn through the soles of the girl’s shoes, but had ground down her already broken and deformed toes to the point that bone showed in several places...

Before this, Su Changling had never imagined a foot could be so twisted and mangled!

This was torture... an unending torment that could last a lifetime!

Frowning deeply, Su Changling felt a sudden, indescribable surge of rage rise within her.

She didn’t know exactly where this anger came from, only that once it sparked, it spread like wildfire, filling her entire chest in an instant—almost threatening to burn away her reason.

Such a clear and intense emotion was unusual for her. Yet before she could ponder why this strange feeling had taken hold, the seven-petaled jade azalea she carried close to her heart suddenly warmed sharply.

—That heat instantly brought her back to clarity.

“Tch.” Su Changling lightly tugged at the corner of her lips. Originally, she had intended only to comfort the girl and send her safely home, but now it seemed she would have to accompany her for a while longer.

But that was no trouble at all.

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