Be at Peace

"This is just a small lesson. If there's a next time, then this life should be returned to the King of Hell."

With that, Feng Qingying threw down the hairpin and turned to leave Zhu Yuejin's room.

Zhu Yuejin did not dare to shout, as he was afraid that he would alarm her again.

Hearing movements, Qiu Lan hurriedly pushed the door open and entered the room. Seeing that Zhu Yuejin's left cheek was covered in blood and was standing there motionlessly, he was shocked.

"Miss, what's going on?"

"Get a doctor right away."

Qiu Lan did not dare to ask too much and quickly left.

Zhu Yuejin's left cheek was still throbbing with pain. She knew that Feng Qingying had used a vicious hand to cut her face, so he had definitely left a scar behind.

When she was young, Imperial Consort Zhu would often mention Feng Qingying, saying that she was ruthless, and that she could not be easily provoked.