No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "bang" came from outside.

"Cough cough, help, help me..." Xiao Qingrong's pleading voice rang out.

Madam Yao's face changed drastically, and she looked up in terror. "Your Highness, I beg you! Even if my daughter has violated your taboo, it wasn't intentional. Her crime doesn't warrant death. Please spare her life!"

After saying that, she banged her head against the ground repeatedly. If it weren't for the thick blanket on the ground, her forehead would have been bleeding by now.

Princess Zhaoyang remained silent until the cries for help from outside grew fainter and fainter, at which point she slowly spoke: "Han'er, let her go."

A tall figure walked into the reception room, grabbed Xiao Qingrong by the neck with his right hand like a chicken, dragged her in, threw her to the ground, and asked with concern, "Mother, how are you?"

"It's all over now." Princess Zhaoyang gave him a disdainful look. "Why are you covered in blood again? Go and change your clothes."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The person walked out with a calm and composed gait.

This person must be the heir of the Marquis of Yong'an, Xiao Qingyin thought to herself. She glanced at Xiao Qingrong, who was lying on the ground unconscious with a circle of bruises around his neck, and sighed inwardly that the living Yama was indeed worthy of his name, even his voice was sinister.

I can't help but miss the voice of that "bandit's wife," it was as melodious as heavenly music, so beautiful it would make your ears pregnant.

Yao knelt beside Xiao Qingrong, anxious and flustered, but dared not ask the royal physician to examine her. She could only look at Princess Zhaoyang with pleading eyes.

Princess Zhaoyang didn't even glance at her, focusing instead on speaking to Xiao Qingyin: "I heard you're the one Han'er was betrothed to?"