Lu Ying's expression was unreadable: "You hadn't thought of that?"
Shen Xinya dropped to her knees, her delicate face tilted up amidst the biting cold wind, pitiful yet composed: "Xue Mianmian is Sister's best friend. Now that something has happened to her, I definitely had to tell Sister. However, my lack of foresight has caused Sister's early delivery. I feel deeply troubled by this. I am willing to accept punishment!"
Lu Ying said coldly, "Thirty strokes."
Shen Xinya's pupils shrank abruptly, as thin as needles!
She had thought that the Emperor would at most confine her to reflect upon her actions—at worst deduct two years of her monthly stipend.
But she had not expected, not in the slightest, that the Emperor would actually want to have her beaten!
Thirty strokes—that was practically a death sentence!
And hadn't Shen Yinning and her son come out of this unscathed?
At this moment, Shen Xinya finally realized she had underestimated Shen Yinning's place in Lu Ying's heart.
