The expression under Zhao Douan's mask turned peculiar.
Was there something off about the voice of the arrogant and domineering Commandery Princess just now?
Misheard?
"Snap!"
The second slap landed.
Xu Xueling, sprawled awkwardly on the ground, felt a burning pain, her face turning red from her neck as if about to drip blood.
She felt her blood boiling, her whole body scorching, weak and powerless. In that moment, it was as if her martial arts cultivation had largely vanished, and an incomprehensible sound escaped from her nose.
What a surprise… didn't mishear.
Zhao Douan clicked his tongue in amazement, laughing mockingly: "No wonder you're so close with Yunyang, turns out you're not a proper person either. How curious, is your Royal Family this chaotic?"
A gaggle of gigolos, and one domineering princess treating the people as mere livestock, yet still deserving a beating deep down.
