Yuxing was called in by Fen Ling again, just as she had returned to Prince Yexuan's temporary residence.
It was already past midnight.
"You damned creature, where have you been?" Fen Ling, who had been waiting for more than an hour, could no longer contain her anger.
"And you even dare to wear this thing!"
This time, as she tore off Yuxing's mask, her sharp nails scratched across Yuxing's face, leaving behind a bright red trail of blood.
Yuxing felt a burning pain on her face.
Fen Ling was somewhat taken aback; apparently, even she had not expected to hurt someone like this.
An internal injury is nothing serious, but a facial wound—should Prince Yexuan see it upon his return...
No sooner had this thought flashed through her mind than a respectful voice of a guard came from outside: "Prince!"
He's back!
