Long Yang Leaned Closer

The Pure Consort was dumbfounded. How could it not break?

Cai Yu put the cup away quietly, planning to keep it for her mistress to smash next time.

Meanwhile, after Ji Linghui returned to her quarters, she was silent for a while before taking out a box of needles.

Seeing this, her maidservant shuddered, but she still took the initiative to step forward and pull her sleeve up.

Without sparing a glance at her, Ji Linghui grabbed a handful of needles and pricked the maidservant's arm randomly.

If one were to look closely, they would see dozens of pinholes, and there was no unmarred patch of skin on the entire arm.

The maidservant's face turned pale from the severe pain, not daring to scream.

After a round of venting, only then did Ji Linghui seem to discover her conscience. She pulled out all the needles and blew on the maidservant's arm carefully.

"Xiao Xia, does it hurt?"