Your Highness is Jealous

However, Su Yingxue paid no heed to this. She persisted in demanding punishment for Chu Chengye.

Chu Chengye's face turned ashen, gritting his teeth bitterly. "Su Yingxue, you dare! You dare strike at me?"

"She doesn't dare, but I do!"

With a single glance from Chu Yihan, Mo Qi swiftly arrived with two Shadow Guards. They swiftly subdued Chu Chengye before he could even resist, pinning him to the ground.

Mo Qi took a glance at Manager Qi's injuries, then turned to Chu Yihan, bowing. "Your Highness, this manager was subjected to three forms of punishment."

"Apply them back to Chu Chengye." Chu Yihan ordered nonchalantly.

Chu Chengye was held down, his eyes almost bulging. "Imperial Uncle, how dare you!"

Chu Yihan didn't engage in meaningless banter. Instead, he instructed Mo Qi to fetch the torture implements from the prison and proceed to punish Chu Chengye on the spot.

In no time, Chu Chengye's skin was torn apart.