Dad: I'm Just a Farmer

In the dark dungeon, a woman sat on a special chair with her eyes closed. Her hands and feet were heavily clasped with iron clasps, preventing her from moving. Her fingertips were dripping with blood, and there was another delicate white jade bowl underneath. A well-dressed man next to him frowned and couldn't see half of the bowl of blood. He glanced at the pale and bloodless woman again and couldn't help but become impatient: Why can't she take half of the bowl now? Didn't you feed her the blood-tonifying and medicinal deer antlers as required? The guard on the side listened and knelt down on one knee to explain: Zhenren Mingjian, I feed you as required every day. The woman beside her suddenly woke up and half-opened her eyes, but she just rolled her eyes and wanted to laugh, but she was too weak to laugh out loud. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.