Chapter 63: Twenty Slaps and Two Hours Kneeling

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Twenty Slaps and Two Hours Kneeling

Rong Jia finished speaking, and before Feng Qing could respond, he continued, "Come, come, I really feel a connection with Aunt today, so I must gift you two sets of jewelry."

As Rong Jia finished speaking, a clear, cold, and low voice echoed from outside Qianjiao Building: "Does she need you to give her jewelry?"

Several figures walked in from outside, and the person leading them appeared like a beam of light before everyone. Inside Qianjiao Building, many young ladies blushed and secretly glanced at the person entering from outside.

Today, Rong Ling wore a dark blue embroidered robe, and the color made his appearance even more exceptionally beautiful and magnificent. His long brows extended to his temples, and his narrow, phoenix-like eyes had pupils that seemed to shine with the brilliance of moonlight—cold, dark, yet sharply piercing.

His gaze swept casually over the hall, and many people instinctively felt uneasy. Yet, even though they were afraid of him, they couldn’t help but want to look, as if there was something intoxicating about him.

As Rong Ling walked into Qianjiao Building, Feng Qing stared at him in surprise. He hadn’t left? Had he been waiting outside all along? And just as something happened here, he appeared—had he sent someone to secretly follow her?

As Feng Qing thought of this, her heart pounded. Fortunately, she hadn’t had a chance to leave; otherwise, she would have been caught by his subordinates.

Feng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to greet Rong Ling when someone behind her stepped forward first.

"Little Uncle, you’re here. Earlier I wanted to drink with you but couldn’t find you. What have you been busy with lately?"

Rong Jia, excited like a cheerful little puppy, was brusquely interrupted by Rong Ling’s cold glance and words: "Shut up."

Rong Jia immediately obediently shut his mouth and didn’t say another word, while Rong Ling turned his gaze to Li Yunrui from Cheng’en Bo Mansion.

"Cheng’en Bo Mansion sure shows a lot of arrogance."

Rong Ling’s eyes were frosty, and his voice was exceptionally grim.

Li Yunrui’s face turned deathly pale. She was already afraid of Rong Ling, and now, faced with his anger, she could only feel cold sweat in her palms, her legs weak. She wanted to speak, but no words would come out.

"I, I?"

Feng Qing observed Li Yunrui’s expression and noticed that instead of loving Rong Ling, she seemed to be scared of him.

If that’s the case, why did she target her earlier?

Feng Qing was utterly baffled, and her gaze happened to shift to see Princess Guangling Han Ziyan standing beside Li Yunrui. Her beautiful, watery eyes were fixed directly on Rong Ling with a look of both admiration and shyness.

So, the one who truly liked Rong Ling wasn’t Li Yunrui, but Han Ziyan.

Li Yunrui targeted her for the sake of her friend. Ha, this foolish woman.

Feng Qing sneered coldly inside, as Rong Ling harshly ordered, "Take her outside, give her twenty slaps, and make her kneel for two hours."

As Rong Ling finished speaking, Li Yunrui’s body went limp, and she directly collapsed to the ground. The Princess Guangling beside her immediately looked at her with concern, then looked up at Rong Ling with a face full of heartache and said, "Prince, could you lessen the punishment? Yunrui will definitely in the future—"

Before Princess Guangling could finish her sentence, Rong Ling had already turned and ascended to the second floor of Qianjiao Building, leaving Princess Guangling Han Ziyan dismayed and humiliated. Her incredibly beautiful face flushed red, her eyes watered, and she seemed on the brink of tears.

A beauty in distress like a pear blossom bathed in rain, evoking a tender feeling—so much so that even Feng Qing felt a bit of pity.

As she was looking at Princess Guangling, Rong Ling, walking ahead to the second floor, spoke without good humor: "Aren’t you coming up?"