TSFLIP Chapter 1051

Xia Chao would never believe that Wang Ci had failed to give Fengguang her medicine. And as long as Fengguang didn’t experience any major emotional swings or illness-induced heart pain, she would never be suffering like this. So naturally, he directed his anger at Huang Ying and Leng Qingjue.

Xia Chao was no ordinary man—he was one of the rare grandmaster-level martial artists in the Mingzi Kingdom. Having spent years killing enemies on the battlefield, the killing intent and pressure he carried were more than most people could bear.

Even Leng Qingjue, who had taken many lives during her time as an agent, felt her heart tremble with instinctive fear in that instant—let alone Huang Ying.

Huang Ying immediately dropped to her knees. “Your Highness, it was this lowly concubine who accidentally offended the Princess. I am willing to accept punishment!”

“No—it was me who ran into her!” Leng Qingjue stepped forward. The foolish act was gone from her face, replaced by a sharp, unyielding fierceness in her eyes.

As the so-called Queen of Agents, how could she submit so easily?

Xia Chao felt no pride at all—no sense of “as expected of my daughter.” Instead, his anger only grew. “Don’t you know Fengguang is in poor health? Guards!”

In an instant, two shadow guards appeared and knelt.

“Break her legs!”

Everyone present was shocked—even Fengguang, who was already in too much pain to think clearly.

Huang Ying hurriedly clutched her daughter, pleading desperately, “Your Highness, Wuyuan didn’t mean it. Please spare her this once! I’m willing to trade my own legs… please, for the sake that Wuyuan carries your blood, let her go. She’s still a child… if she’s ignorant, it’s because I failed to teach her well…”

Hearing Huang Ying beg without a shred of dignity moved Leng Qingjue, but she refused to drag her down with her. She said coldly, “One person should bear the consequences of their own actions. I was the one who hit her, not my mother. If you want to punish someone, punish me!”

“I had no intention of sparing you either.” Xia Chao cast a cold glance at the guards. “Why are you still standing there? Did you not hear my order?”

Xia Chao was, in many ways, a peculiar man. In his eyes, only the Princess Consort and the Princess mattered—he had no room for anyone else. Because of Fengguang’s fragile health, he cherished her dearly. And yet, if he valued Wang Ci and Fengguang so much, why had he taken a concubine thirteen years ago?

Fengguang had no time to think about any of that. The pain in her body wouldn’t allow it. Clutching her father’s clothes, she gasped, “Father… it hurts so much…”

“I’ll take you to your medicine right away. You’ll feel better after you take it.” Xia Chao spoke gently to comfort her, no longer caring about anything else. He scooped her up and, with a burst of lightness skill, flew straight toward Wang Ci’s courtyard.

The two shadow guards exchanged glances, communicating silently.

“Are we really going to break the Second Miss’s legs? She is the Prince’s daughter too, after all.”

“The Prince is in a rage right now. How about… we lock her in the woodshed first and wait for further orders?”

“…Sounds like a good idea.”

Xia Chao, who had already carried Fengguang away, had no idea the guards had disobeyed him. And he had miscalculated—this time, Fengguang’s heart pain didn’t ease much even after taking her medicine, and channeling spiritual energy into her had little effect as well.

In the end, with no other choice, he tapped her sleep acupoint to make her lose consciousness. Even so, she continued to suffer in her sleep.

Wang Ci, frantic, struck Xia Chao with a palm. He didn’t dodge, taking the blow head-on and coughing up blood, yet he spoke as if nothing had happened: “I will take Fengguang to Nanxiang.”

“To Nanxiang?” Wang Ci shouted. “What good will that do? Xia Chao, are you planning to take her out of my sight just so you can bury her!?”

All these years, she had believed Xia Chao’s kindness toward Fengguang was false—harboring ulterior motives. She feared he might sacrifice Fengguang just to please Concubine Huang.

Her fear had already become a kind of paranoia.

Xia Chao sighed. “Nanxiang will soon host a grand convocation of renowned physicians. Rare medicinal herbs and the greatest healers in the world will gather there. Perhaps… I can find someone—or something—that can cure Fengguang.”