"This potion is sothing I’ve recently concocted, though I’m not sure about its effects."
Hee Qingshan and Ling Shishi watched as Qiann Yan approached them, trembling with fear, and began to shout for help.
"Stop yelling. There’s no one here; I gave them a day off," Qiann Yan reminded. "Besides, you’re both dood to die of illness, shouting won’t help anyway."
Always unwilling to resign to fate, this ti Hee Qingshan finally felt fear. He imdiately knelt down, knocking his head on the ground until it bled, hoping Qiann Yan would spare his life. He pleaded that he would not dare again.
"Yan’er, I won’t dare again. Please forgive for the sake of the years we’ve shared. I am willing to stay in the Cold Palace and atone for my sins. I won’t have any other thoughts."
Ling Shishi, realizing she couldn’t rely on Hee Qingshan, also knelt down and bowed, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive Shi’er. Shi’er is just a humble maid, with no choice of her own. If it weren’t for the Great King, Shi’er wouldn’t have done those things. In truth, Shi’er just wanted to live a peaceful life and had no intention of harming Your Majesty or the Eldest Prince."
"Shi’er, a re maid, has always served by the Great King’s side. Whatever the Great King said, Shi’er dared not defy... Ah—" Ling Shishi hadn’t finished speaking when Hee Qingshan jumped up and slapped her heavily, making Ling Shishi’s head spin.
She lay on the ground, covering her face, montarily forgetting how to react.
"Wretch, I’m going to kill you, all because of you, you filthy wretch." Seeing Ling Shishi unresponsive, Hee Qingshan continued to slap her face, "If it weren’t for your instigation, I couldn’t have done anything to wrong Yan’er."
"Yan’er, it’s all her fault, that filthy wench. Without her, we would be just as we were before."
"Yan’er, I’ve seen through her true colors now. I won’t believe her slander in the future..."
Hearing Hee Qingshan push everything onto her, Ling Shishi suddenly found strength from sowhere, got up, and pushed Hee Qingshan down, pressing onto him and clawing at his face, hitting the scars precisely.
Ling Shishi deeply dug her nails into Hee Qingshan’s scars, forcefully breaking them open, causing fresh blood to spurt out. Hee Qingshan cried out in pain, and the two began to wrestle again.
The two each shirked responsibility, distancing themselves completely, as if they were pure white lotuses.
Qiann Yan stood silently on the side, one hand stroking her chin, the other holding the dicine bottle, watching the two battling, pulling hair, scratching faces, and targeting weak spots. The Cold Palace echoed with their curses and screams.
This spectacle was truly extraordinary.
Ex-Queen Yun watched the broadcast, stunned, never imagining such a mont of utter disgrace for the two. Thinking back on past grievances, she felt a sense of relief now.
Her two children were safe and sound and would surely grow up to be successful. Miss Qiann Yan had avenged her past hatred.
The resentnt in ex-Queen Yun’s heart dissolved completely at this mont.
Her once clouded spirit gradually returned to clarity and purity. She felt the change within herself, realizing her soul was no longer as heavy as it once was. Her inner despair was slowly dissipated.
In the latter part of the night.
The clothes of Hee Qingshan and Ling Shishi were already tattered, their skin bearing scratch marks everywhere, with their garnts stained by traces of blood.
Qiann Yan walked up to the two who were on the brink of dying, looking down at them with an air of superiority.
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