Mu Lingyun sneered upon hearing this, "When you whipped me, why didn't you think that we were best friends? When you pushed me down the cliff, why didn't you think I was your friend? When you wanted to kill me because that old man believed you were Mu Yun, why didn't you remember I was your friend?"
"I..." Su Mingzhu managed a word, but could not speak further.
"My friend! You are unworthy!" Mu Lingyun said and then drew a guard's sword beside her, swinging her hand and slashing Su Mingzhu's face, leaving a gash.
"Ah—" Su Mingzhu screamed, but being tightly seized by the guards, she couldn't even struggle.
After her face was slashed, the cut began to bleed profusely.
Apart from crying out in pain, she could do nothing.
Mu Lingyun looked at Su Mingzhu's face, her expression a mocking smile, "This cut is a return gift to you! Moreover, with such a face, you are unworthy!"
