Han Yuwen's voice was full of disdain. In front of her was a chessboard, and she was intricately playing a game of chess with her left and right hands. That was why she was too lazy to bother with what was happening outside.
However, in her eyes, the beating of Feng Qing wasn't Su Yingxue's fault but rather Feng Qing's own doing.
If Feng Qing had understood her identity from the beginning, realizing the vast difference between her and Su Yingxue, she wouldn't have allowed Su Yingxue to catch on to this weakness and deliver a harsh beating.
Su Yingxue's actions not only solidified her authority but also portrayed a dignified image of the Great Cheng Dynasty. It was a win-win situation, and it seemed right from any perspective. On the other hand, Feng Qing had made a wrong move from the beginning.
Han Yuwen frowned disapprovingly. "Go down and tend to your injuries."
Feng Qing dared not utter a word in front of her. "Yes, princess. It's all my fault."
