"How did you two protect Prince Jing?"
"Your Majesty, it is our dereliction of duty that has led to this. We beg Your Majesty's punishment."
"Of course you must be punished. What use are you to me? Guards, take them out and give each of you thirty lashes of the Divine Whip."
Upon hearing this, the two women immediately knelt down.
Their delicate bodies trembled incessantly, their eyes filled with terror.
The Divine Whip is an Emperor-grade spiritual weapon. Even if you are at the Saintly Realm, you will not be able to withstand more than five blows before your skin is torn and bleeding.
The two women were merely Nirvana Realm cultivators; thirty strikes of the Divine Whip would likely have reduced them to ashes on the spot.
Just as the two women were at a loss, Di Feijing spoke up to plead for them: "Your Majesty, you can't blame them. They did their duty. It's just that the villains are too powerful. Please don't be angry with them."
"No, this is my decree. The Prince of Jing has no need to plead for these two lowly servants. Guards, drag them away and beat them!"
"Your Majesty, if you really want to punish them, then punish me as well."
Di Feijing put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look, seemingly referring to the two women from Baoding.
Song Yanran sighed, "Very well, since it was the Prince of Jing who pleaded for you, I'll forgive you this time."
However, while you may be spared the death penalty, you cannot escape punishment. I hereby sentence you to guard the late emperor's mausoleum for three months.
If this happens again, I will not let it go easily.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Highness."
The two women breathed a sigh of relief, but retreated with great resentment.
Song Yanran ignored the two and continued to ask, "Do you know who the thugs who beat you up were?"
Long Aotian: "His name is Chu Liuxiang. A few days ago at the Heaven and Earth Club, he also attacked me, a disciple of the Wenlong Sect, who stood up for justice, in order to seize a respectable young woman."
"Chu Liuxiang..."
"Very well, I will remember this. I will definitely seek justice for the Prince of Jing."
Song Yanran closed her eyes and pondered for a moment. When she opened them again, her eyes were filled with a complex and meaningful emotion.
Di Feijing immediately advised, "Your Majesty, you are busy with state affairs. Please do not trouble Your Majesty with these trivial matters. Please trust me, I will definitely handle them properly."
Song Yanran walked up to him with a gentle expression, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and then said softly, "In another half month..."
"This is your wedding day with me. You must be very careful during this time. I don't want to see anything happen to you again. Promise me, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Di Fei was startled. He smelled a faint fragrance in the air, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He quickly avoided Song Yanran's burning gaze, lowered his head and whispered, "To become Your Majesty's husband is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes."
Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will not do anything to cause you worry again.
"That's good. Go to the Imperial Hospital to treat your injuries first. Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No need, Your Majesty, I can go by myself."
"Yes, stay in the palace for now and don't go anywhere. I want to prepare the most magnificent wedding for you."
"Yes, thank you very much, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave now."
Di Fei fled in terror, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead halfway there.
As soon as Di Feijing left, Song Yanran's aura surged dramatically.
"Chu Liuxiang!"
Just then, she felt a slight vibration near her ear.
Song Yanran frowned slightly, withdrew her aura, closed her eyes, and pondered for a long time.
"snort."
With a soft laugh, Song Yanran stood with her hands behind her back, gazing towards the eastern horizon.
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