Compared to the ruthless methods Master Huo had previously employed to punish his disobedient subordinates, the two choices currently offered could be considered lenient.
If it were any other member of the Secret Guard Department, they would have long been dismissed, left without a trace, their fate unknown.
The last glimmer of hope hidden deep within Song Qing's eyes vanished without a trace.
Her compromise had to be more than just an idea; it had to be implemented through her actions.
Song Qing relaxed her physical resistance, her head bowed heavily.
All her defiance disappeared, and now she was only a submissive, obedient, loyal subordinate.
What she saw was limited to the home slipper on the carpet.
Her lowered head slowly approached it.
The foot resting on her shoulder switched to stepping on her.
A little force was applied to her palm, urging Song Qing to move faster.
Song Qing's face came close to the dark blue slipper.
There was a faint scent of blue wood.
