I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Chapter 214: When Three Walk Together, One Must Be My Senior Sister! Ye Henshui’s Brilliant Moment! _4

The Melody Avenue was bustling with traffic, and carriages filled the mouth of the alley.

The brightly lit pavilions resonated with the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments, accompanied by the clinking of cups and cheerful laughter, painting a picture of opulence and indulgence.

However, passing through the narrow path at the end of the alley, reaching the backstreet alleyway, revealed a completely different scene.

Here the environment was chaotic, with dim lighting, sewage flowing over the bluestone tiles. A group of skinny women wearing leather aprons were washing clothes, with a mountain of dirty laundry piled in the nearby wooden basins.

"Hurry up, these clothes have to be ready for the day after tomorrow. If you can’t finish washing them tonight, none of you are allowed to sleep!" A middle-aged woman, wielding a whip, had a face full of menacing flesh.

Clang—

A female worker was drawing water from a nearby well, but being too weak and due to the slippery ground, she lost her balance and fell to the floor.

Her forehead hit the edge of the well, splitting her brow, as blood gushed forth, and the bucket rolled away into the distance.

Smack—

Before the female worker could stand up, the whip had already landed, lashing ruthlessly onto her back.

Soon, blood began to seep through the cloth on her back.

"Useless thing, can’t even carry a bucket of water!"

"Get up quickly, stop playing dead on the ground. If you delay proper work, it won’t just be a flogging!"

The fat woman’s voice was sharp and shrill.

The female worker struggled to get up, fetching another bucket of water, the blood from her forehead streaming unchecked, yet she seemed unaware, her expression indifferent and emotionless.

The others were much the same, as if this scene was an everyday sight.

In the weaving room at the back, over a hundred women were bent over doing needlework by the dim candlelight.

Moreover, some were carrying wine and some handling chamber pots... it was through their blood and sweat that the luxurious, dazzling tableau of the main street was sustained.

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