Yu Linglong closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come.
This time, even if Chu Qianli's knife cut into her flesh again, even if she fainted from the pain once more.
When she awoke, it was still the same demand, "I want you to cripple Feng Yexuan's martial arts!"
After fainting for the third time and coming to, Chu Qianli was somewhat resigned.
"How much do you hate Prince Yexuan? Why must you cripple his martial arts?"
"I don't hate him; I love him! I love him more than anyone else!"
Yu Linglong gritted her teeth, glaring at her.
Because of the extreme pain, which made her foam at the mouth several times, her face was now dirty and stinking, disgustingly so.
Chu Qianli couldn't bring herself to get close to her anymore, retreating a couple of steps, she tossed a towel to her, and conveniently released her acupoints.
Yu Linglong, lacking the strength, picked up the towel and wiped her face haphazardly.