"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ying Le's voice echoed from above, devoid of sorrow or joy.
Ying Rushi didn't retreat nor shy away, maintaining the posture even as the scorching longsword almost pierced her eyeball. She spoke earnestly, "I have no intention of overstepping, every word comes from the heart. I lost my composure in a moment of agitation before Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
It was unknown how much time passed when Ying Rushi felt her inner clothes were soaked through; only then did the Heaven-Swaying Sword slightly lower, pointing at her lower eyelid.
"Even without this useless sword, not a single clan would dare defy me, Baibao will still be my troops, and my will remains the will of heaven!"
As Ying Le spoke, the Heaven-Swaying Sword drew a line of blood across Ying Rushi's lower eyelid. Due to the scorching heat, the wound cauterized instantly, leaving a cruel mark on her otherwise peach blossom-like face, as if branded by a hot iron.
