Shen Yinning narrowed her eyes: "What did you say?"
Zhang Cuichun stayed silent, her expression darkly venomous, breaking into an eerie laugh.
The laughter was aged and raspy like a crow, echoing repeatedly through the cell, sending chills down one's spine.
Shen Yinning's face was cold and stern as water as she took a whip off the wall and struck Zhang Cuichun without hesitation.
In an instant, Zhang Cuichun's twisted, sinister smile transformed into an agonized grimace, screaming incessantly: "I am now the Chief Palace Maid of the Eastern Palace! The Crown Princess Consort will come save me without a doubt! Sister Yinning, if you dare lay hands on me, the Crown Princess Consort will have you killed, she will surely kill you!"
Blood splattered onto Shen Yinning's dress and onto her cheek.
