Saintess Pavilion.
Fang Qingzhu was carefully wiping the wounds on her maid Xiao Xue's face.
Just now, Chen Longxiang's slap had shown no mercy. Though it hadn't threatened Xiao Xue's life, it left a glaring mark on her face that wouldn't easily fade.
Xiao Xue, her face filled with grievance, looked at Fang Qingzhu, who was meticulously tending to her wounds, and said indignantly, "Miss, that Chen Longxiang is simply too outrageous. The Saint Lord had already decreed that he wasn't allowed in the Saintess Pavilion until after the selection banquet, yet he keeps barging in over and over without any regard for the Saint Lord or you. Miss, let's go to the Saint Lord and tell him about Chen Longxiang's behavior. He is sure to seek justice for you..."
A trace of bitterness and helplessness flashed across Fang Qingzhu's eyes.
With her father's status and position as the Saint Lord of Baiyu Sacred Land, how could he not be aware of Chen Longxiang's recent actions?
