He Qingqing was so frightened at this moment that her skin tightened as she looked at the long whip. Her only hope could only be placed on Beichen Mofeng in the main hall of Jiaofang Hall.
The two houses were so close to each other, and the slightest movement here would be heard there. Mu Yunsang could not be so unscrupulous.
But in fact, she really thought wrong about Mu Yunsang.
He asked Haiyun to lock the door so that he would not be disturbed by Beichen Mofeng.
With the whip in hand, she did a whirlwind dance, and saw the agile nine-section whip whipping hard on the wooden table next to her. The heavy nanmu table and chairs were split into two halves.
"ah……"
Also being slapped was the palace maid brought by He Qingqing. The palace maid's arm was instantly torn open and blood splashed all over He Qingqing's face.
He Qingqing's legs were trembling, and her whole body was shaking like chaff. She desperately said to the palace maid who kept opening the door: "Calling someone, shouting outside."
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!" Mu Yunsang's arrogant laughter easily drowned out the palace maid's trembling cry for help. Her black eyes playfully glanced at He Qingqing and said loudly, "I'll help you.
Shout, what's up! Someone's coming, let's close the door and beat the dog."
After saying that, no more nonsense, the nine-section whip danced rapidly, each stroke was powerful, the whip was centered on her, and with her familiar control, it fell impartially, and every stroke fell on He Qingqing's beautiful face.
He Qingqing only felt the burning pain on her face, holding her face and screaming like a pig being killed.
Even though Haiyun knew that Mu Yunsang wanted to teach He Qingqing a lesson, she was still frightened by the battle in front of her.
I saw that Mu Yunsang showed no mercy every time he struck. What was even more terrifying was the expression on Mu Yunsang's maniacal laughter.
It seemed that the blood in front of her made her very happy.
The whip fell hard and fast, He Qingqing screamed miserably and violently, and Hai Yu looked at the door and panicked.
"Master, Master, don't invite His Highness over."
Her dissuasion was so weak that Mu Yunsang didn't hear it at all and continued to beat He Qingqing violently.
He Qingqing's face was already bloody and bloody, and all the servants she brought with her were so sincere, and none of them came forward to protect her.
Just as I was feeling good, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Muyun Sang, what are you crazy about? Open the door."
Haiyin was so frightened that her legs became weak.
Almost crying: "Master, Master, Your Highness is here."
"It's none of my business. I didn't mess with him." Mu Yunsang didn't care at all and slapped He Qingqing's face and then on He Qingqing's body.
He Qingqing ran around like a flea, screaming in pain and asking for help: "Your Highness, help me, Your Highness, help me."