Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

Ling Jinxing stood in the center of the spacious and dark hall. Torches flickered on the surrounding stone walls, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of weirdness to the already heavy atmosphere.

She was dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, the sleeves of which swayed gently in the wind, and her eyes revealed unquestionable majesty.

At her signal, the guards slowly lifted the heavy iron frame used for execution. The cold metal gleamed in the dim firelight.

"Just torture them directly." Ling Jinxing's voice was soft, but it penetrated people's hearts like ice, carrying an irresistible force.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, and that smile hid an unknown deep meaning, as if she was enjoying this game of thrones.

The guards acted quickly and roughly pushed Lin Songjing to the ground.

Lin Songjing, the man who once acted so arrogantly in front of her, was now like a lamb to be slaughtered, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

His hands were forced into the cold torture instruments, and the iron chains tightened, making a heart-pounding snapping sound.

"Ah!" As the torture device was activated, Lin Songjing let out a heart-wrenching scream, the sound echoing in every corner of the hall, chilling everyone's heart. His face was twisted in pain, and sweat and tears mixed together, dripping onto the cold ground.

"Princess, Princess...save me..." Lin Songjing's eyes were full of pleading. He tried to find a trace of mercy from Ling Jinxing, but all he was greeted with was a pair of extremely cold eyes.

Ling Jinxing walked slowly closer, looking down at him, his smile growing brighter, yet concealing endless irony.

"Why should I save you? Are you and I on good terms?"

Her tone was gentle, but every word was like a knife, piercing Lin Songjing's heart.

"When there's trouble, there's Zhong Wuyan; when there's nothing, there's Xia Yingchun." Ling Jinxing muttered this ancient saying softly, "I really did create something special for you, didn't I?"

Zhangsun Luoxin raised her eyes slightly, her eyes flashing with unquestionable majesty. She looked at the guards beside her, and a hint of impatience appeared on the corner of her mouth. "This man is so noisy, don't you know how to shut him up first?"

Her voice was soft, but it carried an irresistible power.

Upon hearing this, the guards immediately took action and quickly blocked Lin Songjing's chattering mouth with a cloth.

This wonderful show was performed in the center of the riding field, surrounded by a large crowd of spectators, with discussions and exclamations coming one after another.

Sunlight broke through the clouds and shone onto the dusty field, adding a touch of drama to the penalty.

Time seemed to be stretched out. For two hours, Lin Songjing's wails, struggles and the sound of the whip breaking through the air were intertwined, forming a cruel melody.

When everything was finally over, Lin Songjing's fingers were almost broken, his whole body was shaking from the prolonged torture, and even his walking became unsteady.

Changsun Luoxin looked at Ling Jinxing with satisfaction and made an elegant salute. "Your Majesty's actions today are an explanation to the royal family. I hope your Majesty can continue to maintain such dignity." There was a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes. Even if she could not completely punish this man today, she would never give up and would find ways to make him suffer.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the riding field returned to calm. Only Ling Jinxing and Lin Songjing were left standing opposite each other.

Lin Songjing's hands were swollen like balls. He stared at Ling Jinxing with resentment, his voice weak and full of resentment, "Grandson... Princess, did you come here on purpose to laugh at me?"

Ling Jinxing sat in the main seat with a stern expression. Xiyun understood what she meant with just one look and handed the whip to her.

She lowered her eyes, a mocking smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "A joke? This joke is not funny at all! If you were to be castrated directly, I might find it more amusing."

Lin Songjing looked at her with gnashing teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, "If this is what you call love, Your Highness, then I really don't have the ability to enjoy such 'favor'."

When Ling Jinxing heard this, his eyes flashed, and he swung the whip in his hand suddenly, hitting Lin Songjing directly.

He had never expected Ling Jinxing to suddenly attack him, and he took the whip head-on. His arm was immediately torn and bleeding.

"Like? Could you please stop disgusting me?" Ling Jinxing's voice was as cold as ice. She stood up and slowly walked to Lin Songjing, her eyes piercing. "I will personally report the matter of the castration to my father. Of course, I will also investigate what my sister said and will definitely not wrongly accuse you."

Ling Jinxing turned around resolutely and was about to leave. At that moment, Lin Songjing's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something. He suddenly realized that this woman seemed to no longer have any feelings for him.

Anxiety and unwillingness surged in his heart. He spoke hastily, his voice trembling, "Changsun Luoyue, do you really need to be like this? You were clearly not like this before..."

Ling Jinxing paused for a moment, then turned around slowly, a hint of amusement and contempt between her brows.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds onto her delicate face, reflecting a heart-pounding indifference.

"Oh? I prefer those who are loyal and obedient like dogs. And you, Lin Songjing, are a whore and still want to be a saint. I really don't like you at all." Her tone was full of disdain and ridicule.

When Lin Songjing heard this, he was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"A dog that bullies others by taking advantage of its power and barks in front of me, does it really think it can leave offspring?"

Ling Jinxing's words were like sharp blades, cutting into his heart.

"It was you who pursued me relentlessly in the beginning!" Lin Songjing roared, trying to save a little dignity.

However, Ling Jinxing hated the feeling of being questioned the most. Her eyes turned cold, her body flashed, and she turned around and kicked Lin Songjing hard.

The next second, Lin Songjing fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Dust flew everywhere and he groaned in pain, but before he could react, Ling Jinxing raised his leg and crushed his fingers heavily.

"I will do whatever I want!" Her voice was cold and decisive, as if she was announcing his fate.

"Ah..." Lin Songjing's body trembled violently in pain. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if trying to suppress the gasp that was about to come out.

However, Ling Jinxing didn't take it seriously at all. She looked down at him with contempt in her eyes, "Remember, when I want you to be my dog, you are my dog; when I don't want you, you are worse than a dog."