With a half-smile, Leng Ye asked Xuan Fengqian, whose eyes were wide open, "What are you looking at?"
"Don't look! The Lord is mine!"
With a "whoosh," Wuya spread its wings and tightly covered Xuanfengqian's eyes, while it stared at Lengye's body with great interest.
"Good bird, stop fooling around."
Xuanfeng Qian gently brushed Wuya's sticky wings aside, then softly asked Leng Ye, "Demon Lord, are you truly willing to spare me this time?"
"The death penalty can be waived."
"No going back on your word."
Xuan Fengqian quickly took over the conversation, fearing that Leng Ye might go back on his word.
“However, the punishment still needs to be imposed.” Leng Ye said with a slight smile, his voice deep, resonant, and magnetic.
"you!"
Xuan Fengqian felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head; the slight joy that had just begun to emerge was wiped out by Leng Ye's few words.
"Let me think about it and decide what punishment you should receive."
Leng Ye narrowed his eyes, as if seriously considering how to punish her.
"In my humble opinion, her head should be smashed so that she can also experience the pain that the princess suffered."
Standing behind Xuan Qianning with a mean expression, Wan Xia suddenly interjected with a remark.
Leng Ye ignored him, staring intently at Xuan Fengqian, his thin, slightly pursed lips moving slightly. "Go and wash the clothes I changed out of. Remember, do not use any magic."
"Understood."
Xuanfengqian nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Does the Demon Lord have any other instructions?"
Before Leng Ye could speak, Wan Xia suddenly burst into sobs.
Through her teary eyes, she pointed to the wound on Xuan Qianning's forehead that wasn't completely covered by the hairpin, and said in a trembling voice, "Why is the wound bleeding again? If this continues, it might leave a scar."
"Late summer, say less, I'm fine."
Xuan Qianning gently wiped away the blood seeping from her forehead and forced a faint smile.
"I told you to take Ning'er down to heal her injuries, but you're just standing here doing nothing?"
Leng Ye frowned in displeasure and said in a low voice, "Guards, drag this lowly servant away and give her a hundred strokes of the cane."
"No... Demon Lord, you are wise. The one who should be punished is Xuan Fengqian."
When Wanxia saw the demon servant suddenly appear in front of her, her face turned pale and yellow, and she was terrified and at a loss for what to do.
"Your Majesty, please forgive Wanxia this time. She didn't mean to offend Qianqian; she was just too worried about me." Xuan Qianning gently tugged at Leng Ye's arm, pleading with him urgently.
"You don't need to concern yourself with this matter. As your personal maid, she can't even do such a simple thing properly. She's neglecting her duties and should indeed be severely punished," Leng Ye said with a slight smile, leaving no room for argument.
"Can..."
Xuan Qianning wanted to defend Wan Xia, but was interrupted by Leng Ye again.
"Go back to the house."
Leng Ye scooped up Xuan Qianning, whose face was full of sorrow, and as he brushed past Xuan Fengqian, he added, "I will personally apply the medicine for you."
Once the cold night had gone far away, Xuan Fengqian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She clutched her still-pounding heart with both hands, muttering under her breath, "What incredible luck I had today, I didn't get beaten up..."
Wuya, who was perched on her shoulder, jumped up and down in a panic, yelling, "How can you still care about these things? His Majesty is about to be taken by a bad woman, I'm so worried!"
"Didn't he say he was just applying the medicine for her?"
"Huh! Is that really true?"
"Of course it's true. The reason he specifically mentioned it in front of you was simply because he was afraid you'd get jealous." Xuan Fengqian made up a story on the spot, coaxing Wuya in a gentle voice.
Upon hearing this, Wuya grinned from ear to ear, "Aqian, you are truly my lucky star! Perhaps it is because of you that His Majesty likes me even more."
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