Shi Yaoguang casually wiped away the blood from her mouth, a sinister smile spreading across her face.
"I'm merely helping you, Consort Xiang, recognize a reality. It's not me begging you, but rather you begging me."
As she spoke, she walked up to her and slapped her.
"Even if Consort Xiang doesn't understand the rules, I shall teach you what decorum and propriety are!"
With those words, she slapped her again.
With two loud slaps, a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of "Princess Zhaoyang's" mouth.
Consort Xiang had already discerned Shi Yaoguang's intent when she struck.
The reason she didn't dodge was because she thought that the pain inflicted on "Consort Xiang's" body would make Shi Yaoguang feel it.
So, hitting "Princess Zhaoyang's" face would assuredly cause pain to fall on Shi Yaoguang.
But who would've known.
After two slaps, Consort Xiang's tears sprang from the pain.
