Half an hour later, Situ Jing, with a face ashen as dirt, rushed toward the dungeon. Before he could even enter, he ran into the two personal guards.
"Where is he? Did you already have administer the punishment?"
"Rest assured, Situ sir, the twenty lashes were given without fail!"
The guards lowered their voices proudly, "The outer layer of skin wasn't broken, but inside, the kid's backside definitely felt it. Don't worry, sir, he won't have the strength to show his face in front of the Queen anytime soon."
Situ Jing nearly lost his temper. Pinching the bridge of his nose, his fingers trembling, he weakly pointed at the two guards without saying anything. Hurriedly, he rushed inside, leaving the guards baffled.
"Did Situ sir lose his voice from happiness?"
"Don't say that! That little pretty boy sure has a strong backbone. After twenty lashes, he didn't say a word."
