He couldn't even process what had just happened. A tutor? Striking a prince of the imperial bloodline? It was punishable by death!
By the door, the terrified eunuch fell to his knees, his entire body trembling violently as if he were witnessing the end of the world.
Heena casually dusted off her leather gloves, looking down at the stunned boy with an expression of pure, innocent concern.
"Oh, thank the heavens," Heena sighed dramatically, looking at the shattered porcelain on the floor. "I was just saving His Highness. If that vase had fallen directly onto his foot, it would have surely broken a toe. What a tragic accident that would have been."
The eunuch stared at her, horrified. Everyone in the room knew exactly what she had just done—she had just mercilessly beaten a prince of the realm. But who was going to speak up? Who dared to correct the terrifying Madam of the Vanguard?
