Princess Yinchuan wanted to whip Su Yang, but as a dignified princess, she'd hardly ever touched a whip, and she was afraid she might not control her strength well.
But just letting Su Yang off like that was out of the question.
The people of the Marquis Mansion were not easily bullied.
Nor was she, the Princess of Beimo, easily bullied.
Princess Yinchuan whispered a few words to her maid.
The maid was stunned, "Princess…."
"Go on, hurry up," urged Princess Yinchuan.
What could the maid do?
As long as the princess didn't whip the son of Marquis Dongxiang on his own turf, they were already satisfied.
As for the rest—
It was also necessary for the Prince Consort to learn that the princess was not to be messed with.
The maids brought a bundle of incense.
Princess Yinchuan lit them and placed them in the incense burner.
Su Yang, "...!!!"
Over a hundred sticks of incense were lit at once, and the smoke went straight into Su Yang's nose.
