Feng Yexuan still clenched his palm, not saying a word.
Hua Rong struck harder, fueled by anger.
The wooden stick struck Feng Yexuan's back repeatedly, each massive thud causing Madam Cui and Fen Ling to feel panic-stricken.
Leng Ji outside was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, wanting to rush in but unable to.
Madam Cui truly felt distressed.
The Master's strength was already considerable, and moreover, she used her inner strength out of rage.
With each blow, how could it not be painful? An average person would have passed out from the pain long ago.
She was genuinely afraid that the Master would injure the Prince's body beyond repair.
Fen Ling was also very anxious, but she was even more worried about why Feng Yexuan still refused to swear an oath.
Perhaps for ordinary people, oaths could easily be rescinded.
But she knew Feng Yexuan's character deeply.
Once Prince Yexuan swore an oath, it would never change!
