A Fairy Seeks Help

Song Qingshu looked down. The man who had entered had a square face, broad nose, and a fierce expression. Most striking was the long scar near his eye. He was well-known throughout the capital, and even Song Qingshu had heard some of his exploits. It was said that he had received that scar while saving Emperor Xizong from an assassin in his early years.

"Wanyan Tes, what kind of Palace Front Commander are you? An assassin infiltrated the Empress's bedchamber and even openly tried to assassinate me!" Prince Wei roared at Wanyan Tes, pointing at the wound on his face.

Wanyan Tes hurriedly knelt, cold sweat streaming down his face. "Please forgive me, Your Highness Prince Wei. Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Empress. This female assassin's martial arts are too formidable. Earlier, only after gathering many experts and asking the Grand Steward to act were we able to seriously injure her. We thought she had escaped amid the chaos, but who could have known she would be so audacious as to remain in the imperial palace..."

"Forgive you?" Prince Wei flew into a rage. "You think one apology is enough to erase such a grave mistake? If anything had happened to me today, how many worthless lives would you have to pay for it? Men, drag Wanyan Tes away and give him eighty strokes!"

Everyone present exchanged looks. An ordinary person would likely meet the King of Hell after eighty strokes. Even with Wanyan Tes's martial arts, eighty strokes would cost him half his life. More importantly, as the Palace Front Commander and commander of the imperial palace guards, he controlled the forbidden army throughout the imperial city. His status was anything but ordinary. How could he simply be beaten on someone's whim?

When Prince Wei saw that no