Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

Mo Yuheng knelt at the entrance of the second-floor stairs in a disheveled manner, facing the onlookers downstairs, his face pale. Those who should have been laughing at Su Qingli were now waiting to laugh at him.

Su Qingyu wanted to step forward to stop him, but her eyes fell on Mo Yunting who was standing beside her, and her feet were nailed to the spot. Although she felt sorry for Mo Yuheng, she cared about her own life more!

"Do it."

The whip whistled in the air and hit Mo Yuheng hard. Mo Yuheng trembled with pain and almost screamed, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

However, after enduring the third whip, Mo Yuheng could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with his clothes torn. Every whip brought up drops of blood. Even though he was almost dying of pain, the whip never stopped and hit his back again and again.

Mo Yuheng hated Su Qingli in his heart, and looked fiercely at Su Qingli who was standing not far away, but unexpectedly saw Su Qingli smiling!

She actually dared to laugh! Mo Yuheng was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to lash out, but he couldn't. Not everyone could withstand the Xuanyiwei's whip!

After twenty lashes, Mo Yuheng turned into a bloody man and passed out. Dong Lai knelt beside him, looking worried, but he didn't dare to step forward. He secretly sighed that their prince was so unlucky to have met this evil star!

"Your Majesty, the execution has been completed."

Mo Yunting walked downstairs, and everyone looked away, afraid to meet Mo Yunting's gaze, as if Mo Yunting was a monster.

Mo Yunting had long been accustomed to it. Everyone feared him like a monster, as if just one look at him would captivate them.

Seeing that Mo Yunting was about to leave the Ninth Rank Pavilion, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but at this moment a voice came: "Your Highness, please stay."

Everyone's heart was in their throat, fearing that this person would make Mo Yunting unhappy and they would be whipped together. They secretly glanced at who was so desperate as to dare to stop this evil star.

Su Qingli caught up with Mo Yunting, holding up her skirt, bowed to him, and handed him a handkerchief: "Your Highness, there is something dirty on your face."

Mo Yunting stood still, just looking at Su Qingli quietly. Didn't this man have any sense at all? Didn't he see that everyone present wanted him to disappear?

Seeing that Mo Yunting was unmoved, Su Qingli hesitated for a moment and stepped forward: "Your Highness, Qingli has offended you."

Su Qingli stood on tiptoe and wiped the blood off Mo Yunting's face. After wiping it clean, she immediately stepped back: "Okay, it's clean."

Crazy, Su Qingli must be crazy! He called out to the evil star just because his face was stained with blood. Did Su Qingli borrow courage from the sky? Dare to wipe his face!

Mo Yunting was also stunned for a moment. He glanced at Su Qingli indifferently, turned and left. His expression was still cold, but he could hear his heartbeat quickening.

He inexplicably thought of Su Qingli feeding him medicine, and his earlobes turned suspiciously red, but his expression was so cold that this tiny change would not be noticed at all.

Su Qingli followed Mo Yunting out of the Jiupin Pavilion and watched Mo Yunting get on the carriage of Prince Zhan's Mansion and prepare to leave, but Xuan Yi caught up with him.

"Miss Su, this is what the prince asked me to give to you."

Su Qingli took it, opened it and saw a string of numbers on it. She looked at Xuan Yi in confusion, not knowing what it meant.

"This is the prince's size. I heard that Miss Su's embroidery skills are good. I believe that the clothes made by Miss Su herself can better reflect the girl's sincerity."

Su Qingli looked at the dark carriage. She had just bought Feiyun satin when this man sent her his measurements and asked her to make it herself, as if her every move was under his eyes.

"I remember."