"Going back to the Capital City like this, won't those thirty strokes your cousin got be in vain?" Jun Moling asked Shen Ruoxi with a calm expression.
Shen Ruoxi bit her lips tightly, determination in her eyes, "But I cannot let Feng Ming's entire family be exterminated for my own selfish reasons, I cannot gamble with the lives of innocent people."
Jun Moling let out a cold laugh, turning his sharp gaze towards Feng Ming, exerting immense pressure, "Miss Feng Ming, what do you do in the Imperial Palace?"
Feng Ming instantly felt the weight of a mountain, cold sweat pouring down, her voice shaky, "Reporting to the Prince, I am a palace maid."
"Palace maid? When did wind, rain, thunder, and lightning become palace maids? Feng Ming, do you have any family?" Jun Moling's voice grew colder and sharper, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.
