Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 170
The silver in Shuangdie's eyes deepened, revealing not only an increasingly intense ruthlessness but also a hint of jealousy at being told the truth.
"Zi Xing, make that bitch kneel on the shards. Let's see if she still dares to talk back!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Just as Zixing was about to force Qingyi to kneel on the broken pieces, several panicked voices came from outside the door—"Princess Xiangxue!"
Then immediately, with a loud "bang," the door was pushed open.
Qingyun remained expressionless, her eyes cold and indifferent, and the aura emanating from her was even more terrifying than that of a demon from hell.
Shuangdie felt a sudden sense of fear, but she steadied herself and regained her composure.
Qingyun walked straight to Qingyi's side and carefully helped her up. When she saw that Qingyi's face was swollen and red, and there was even blood at the corner of her mouth, her eyes darkened.
She looked at Zixing.
In an instant, Zixing felt as if a million hands were pulling her into a dark abyss. Endless fear overwhelmed her, and she trembled, taking several steps back.
"Did you hit her?" Qingyun's voice was so low it made people tremble.
Zixing quickly shook her head, "Zixing was just following orders."
How many bars?
"……five."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingyun raised her hand in mid-air. Even Shuangdie didn't see clearly how she slapped her. She only heard a few slapping sounds, and Zixing's face swelled up.
When Qingyun withdrew her palm, Zixing was so frightened that she fell to the ground. The shards of the teacup pierced her skin, and drops of blood slowly seeped out.
The palace maids guarding the gate outside were all stunned by the sight and were too frightened to speak.
“Princess…” Qingyi suddenly felt that this princess was unusually unfamiliar.
Qingyun ignored Qingyi and stared straight at Shuangdie, who was sitting on the sandalwood chair.
"It's not your place to act presumptuously in the Butterfly Palace." After saying that, she was still a little uncertain, so she added, "I am the true princess." Only then did she feel a little more at ease.
Qingyun helped her sit down on a chair, and she started walking towards Shuangdie.
Looking at Qingyun in her snow-white dress, Shuangdie was reminded of the Black and White Impermanence, the soul-reaping messengers of hell. Her body trembled involuntarily. When she glanced at Zixing on the ground and the pool of blood, fear appeared on her face.
"Shuangdie, I told you back at White Bone Cliff that if anyone harms one of my people, I will make you pay tenfold. Qingyi didn't die back then, so I let you go. But now that you've ordered someone to slap her, I will definitely pay tenfold in return."
Qingyun raised her hand.
At this moment, Shuangdie stared straight at her and said, "You would never kill me."
Seeing her hand still raised in mid-air, Shuangdie's fear gradually disappeared. She raised her head and said with great pride, "You already feel guilty towards the late emperor and empress, and I am their only bloodline. Just for that reason, you will never kill me."
Qingyun sneered, "Yes, I won't kill you. But I will make you suffer unbearable pain."
"Slap—" A slap landed.
Shuangdie bit her lower lip, a glint of fire flashing in her silver eyes. Just as she was about to escape, Qingyun noticed her intention and immediately sealed her pressure points.
Shuangdie was unable to move, and could only stare at Qingyun with hatred.
"Slap—" Two slaps.
Before she could finish speaking, Qingyun had already silenced Shuangdie by pressing her acupoints.
"Slap—" Three slaps.
"Slap—" Four slaps.
...
Qingyun felt no pain in her hand; she only felt a surge of wild pleasure coursing through her veins. Tiny silver light gradually welled up in her dark pupils.
Just then, a white figure flashed past the palace maid who was too frightened to speak, followed by a faint scent of pear blossoms.
"woman!"
Qingyun's hand paused for a moment, but the slap still landed.
"Smack—"
The sound was loud and echoed in the air of the Butterfly Palace.
A figure in moon-white leaped to Qingyun's side, softly calling, "Woman—"
When Shuangdie saw Lige arrive, her silver eyes immediately lit up with ecstatic joy, and she looked at him longingly.
Her eyes seemed to be calling out: "Xingzhi—"
Qingyun's gaze did not fall on Li Ge. She stopped her slap and said in a calm voice, "She hurt my people."
Li Ge trembled; he heard the resolute determination in her words.
"Slap—" Another slap.
“Woman!” Li Ge frowned.
"There are still thirty-six bars left."
As soon as she finished speaking, she clapped her hands again. But this time, Li Ge grabbed her wrist and held it tightly.