If it were not for her potentially spilling information about the Lady of King Ling, Hong Ying and the others would have killed her on the spot. The black-armored soldiers have various ways of punishing enemies, each one more brutal than the last. But Ming Mei Ren had been trained in her day, and she had withstood all of these forms of punishment.
"What kind of woman do you think is worthy of the Prince?" Just then, Bai Xian and Situ Gong entered. The one asking the question was Situ Gong, who was pulling off a light smile, acting as if he was gossiping with Ming Mei Ren.
"Mr. Situ." Facing Situ Gong, Ming Mei Ren's tone had a hint of respect. "The one who can match the Prince should, at least, hail from an aristocratic family in Feng City."
"Those women are nothing but ornaments in the Prince's eyes." Bai Xian said with a cold smile, "Just like those women in the backyard, if the Prince desired them, then the Wang Residence would not have gone so long without a mistress."