"Slap, slap, slap..."
The faint scent of blood filled the air as Long Yue grabbed Pang Shuangyue's hair, lifted her up, and fiercely struck her stunning face.
Each hit scraped her skin with nails, leaving blood marks—her screams and cries echoed continuously.
One, two, three...
She counted each one, just like she watched Li Qingmu endure the lashings last night!
Empress Qiao attacked them, husband and wife, and their arms were too thin to twist against strong thighs. But you wicked woman brought this upon yourself, walking right into trouble. If I let you go again, I don't deserve the title of "Evil Woman Li!"
Long Yue struck heavily, and significantly, she wasn't using her palm but her nails. After a few blows, Pang Shuangyue's once smooth jade-like face became unbearably mangled and grim with blood.
"Ah, ah—"
Pang Shuangyue tried to resist, but with just a knee thrust from Long Yue, she couldn't move, lying like a dead dog, letting Long Yue thrash her.
