In the palace.

With a gloomy face, Infanta Ceylon was practicing the whip in the yard. And the long and thick whip was flapping in the air.

“Bang!” Suddenly, the whip split the weapon shelf in half.

With a sneer, Infanta Ceylon withdrew the whip, returned to the room, and sat down.

Her maid hurriedly handed her a warm handkerchief to wipe her hands.

“Your Grace, you’re so brilliant. In the whole Chu, nobody can use ...