On a cold early winter night, most of the masters of the powerful families had already washed themselves and entered the warm bed.

Heaven and earth were dark and silent.

However, in the eldest princess's mansion, which was closest to the palace, there was a solemn and oppressive atmosphere at this time.

On the spacious field knelt a man in green clothes, his black hair was messy and hung down, his face could not be seen clearly, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in a piece of blood.

In this already cold early winter, his face, which was as white as paper, was covered with cold sweat.

The sharp sound of the whip pierced the air, and when the cold winter of October came, it was particularly chilling to the muscles and bones, and with a sharp sound that penetrated into the eardrums, the whip was thrown fiercely on the man's back.

Whoosh - smack!

A splatter of blood.

The man couldn't hold it anymore and finally fell to the ground in pain, a hoarse moan escaping from his throat.

I don't know how many lashes I received, but my blue shirt has been shredded by the whip.

The woman holding a black tough whip stood aside coldly, her face was beautiful and dusty, but her expression was gloomy and cold, and in her eyes, which seemed to be able to suck away people's souls, there was an endless darkness and coldness.

There were more than a dozen good-looking young men standing around, as if they were watching a play.

Fear and schadenfreude swelled up in their eyes.

The woman lowered her eyes slowly, and her voice, which had no emotion but was cold to the bone, overflowed from her lips: "Do you know what's wrong?" ”

This is nonsense.

Just like a routine, every time she was whipped, she had to ask such a question.

But the man who was already dying never gave in, or rather, was disdainful of her, revealing a kind of arrogance that would rather die than compromise.

So the expressions of the men standing next to him did not change in the slightest.

Because they knew that the man would not answer, the next whip would soon fall again until the man had only one breath left.

The man lay on the ground and gasped for a few moments.

The messy black hair spread out on the ground, reflecting the blood around him, like a crazy manju sawa in hell.

The woman looked at him in silence, and as time passed, her eyes suppressed some kind of destructive madness and bloodlust, and she raised her hand and swung down another whip—

"Chu Ning......" The voice as low as a mosquito suddenly sounded, almost imperceptibly entering the woman's eardrum.

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

The woman's hand moved, and she slowly lowered her eyes, and the frightening ice eyes fell silently and coldly on the man.

"Chu ...... ...... Ning" The man spoke again, his voice still very low, hoarse and out of tune like a broken gong, "Chu ...... Chu Ning ......"

The expressions of the men watching the play around changed little by little.

They looked at each other quietly, exchanging meaningless glances.

The woman slowly crouched down.

"Chu Ning." The man took a deep breath and raised his head stiffly, revealing a sweaty but beautiful face like a demon, "I...... Knowing the ...... of Mistakes"

Because of the intense pain, his pale lip was bitten and bloody, and he looked miserable.

Chu Ning's gaze fell quietly on him, and his cold voice was like a thousand-year-old glacier: "What did you say?" ”

"I know...... Knowing that it was wrong. The man gasped intermittently, cold sweat dripping down his cheeks, "Spare me...... This time......"

Chu Ning's heart shook slightly, her red lips pursed lightly, and she just looked at him quietly.

Stand corrected......

This was the first time he had admitted his mistake to her since he came to the princess's mansion.