Song Yue scoffed and walked to the door.

The madam stood by, not daring to utter a sound; it was clear the person inside had been punished.

"Go find two painters!"

"yes."

Half an incense stick later, indescribable sounds came from inside, rising and falling, and Xu Lingqing's suppressed moans gradually broke free.

Song Yue closed her eyes.

On the way back, she thought of countless ways to prevent her mother from being criticized and to silence the gossip.

The source, of course, lies with Xu Lingqing.

She's filthy, how can she talk about others like that?

With such great ambition, Xu Lingqing would never be willing to die!

Half an hour later, incense was lit in the room, the windows were opened to let out the unpleasant smell, and then Song Yue entered the room.

Xu Lingqing was completely naked, her body covered in marks of pleasure, her eyes fixed on Song Yue, she was extremely excited.

You deserve to die!

Song Yue raised her chin: "If you want to be a chaste and virtuous woman, you can just kill yourself right now, and no one will stop you."

"You!" Xu Lingqing trembled with anger, and large tears welled up in her eyes.

Before she could react, several more people entered from outside the door and grabbed her. Xu Lingqing struggled in shame and indignation, but Song Yue said, "No one is stopping you from revealing your identity. Do as you please."

During this time, Xu Lingqing never revealed her identity.

She's not stupid.

Once you open your mouth, there will be no turning back.

A sharp pain shot through my back.

It turned out that the painter had painstakingly tattooed the image of pleasure onto her back. Xu Lingqing struggled, but her limbs were held down tightly, and she could not move.

The group moved with incredible speed, their backs swaying down to their waists, creating a vast expanse of pleasure. Every expression of her ecstasy was vividly depicted within it.

"Ah!" Xu Lingqing was so angry that she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Song Yue didn't care at all.

With the painting in hand, Xu Lingqing would never again be favored by the emperor.

"Everyone, step back." Song Yue waved her hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Yun Dong gave everyone their reward and instructed them to leave the capital city immediately, never to set foot in the capital again in this lifetime. If they dared to utter a single word, their entire clan would be hunted down.

The group swore an oath and then turned and ran.

Song Yue slowly stood up and had someone stuff another pill into Xu Lingqing's mouth. Xu Lingqing was forced to swallow it. She looked up at Song Yue, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Just be a good Eighth Princess and I won't bother you. But if I find out anything more about you instigating or giving bad advice behind my back, I guarantee that the erotic pictures from earlier will not only be found all over Northern Chu, but also in Eastern Japan!"

Xu Lingqing was so angry that a metallic taste rose in her throat, and she gritted her teeth and forced it down.

"Do you understand?" Song Yue asked.

Under the pressure of her gaze, Xu Lingqing took a deep breath: "Yes."

Song Yue waved her hand, ordering someone to dress Xu Lingqing and put her on the carriage, ignoring everything else.

They returned to the Prince of Guangjia's residence.

Her anger subsided by more than half.

"Crown Princess." Yun Dong poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, her eyes reddening. "If she weren't a princess sent for a political marriage, she would have died eight hundred times over."

With war imminent between Northern Chu and Southern Xinjiang, they cannot afford to give Eastern Ying another opportunity to start a war.

Xu Lingqing cannot die yet.

Song Yue took the teacup and gripped it tightly in her hand, then sighed, "The Eighth Prince's wife won't die, but the Eighth Prince is restless and keeping her around is really an eyesore!"

Yun Dong was taken aback.