C463 Your Highness Your Subject Has Come Late

"Feng Ming, I would like to see what kind of flowers you can create …"

Dugu Ting turned his head to look at her, but his voice suddenly stopped.

What he saw was a miserable sight on his back.

There was nothing good on his back. Dugu Ting could even see the marks left on it. Whip wounds, burns, and nail marks covered her entire back, making her look like an ancient totem