Pei Yunxi paced herself perfectly, making her display of contrition appear heart-wrenchingly sincere. Her forehead was red and swollen; her jade hairpins and ornaments lay scattered across the floor, leaving her hair in disarray.
The crisp, clattering sounds echoed through the tense atmosphere of the Great Hall, sounding especially sharp.
"Please, Father, I beg for your mercy!"
Chapter 142