And Song Chongzhen suffered terribly.
After hearing about Qi Yue's string of incredible maneuvers, Song Qiyun slapped Song Chongzhen across the face, causing blood to stream from the corner of his mouth.
"Scoundrel, how dare you botch the Princely Heir's important affairs!"
Song Chongzhen immediately knelt down, begging fervently,
"Princely Heir, please spare me, I am willing to atone for my crime through meritorious deeds."
Song Qiyun let out two cold snorts from his throat.
"Atone through meritorious deeds? How can you make amends, by winning back Miss Qi's favor for the Princely Heir?"
Song Chongzhen trembled, as cold sweat uncontrollably poured out from his forehead.
"I deserve death, I am somewhat acquainted with Miss Qi, keeping me around might be useful."
At this point, he had no good solutions and could only bring up Qi Yue to see if he could luck out.