That Lan Shaoling had already reached the mid-level of the Earth rank while he himself was but at the upper-level. Whatâs more, itâs that bastard doing the hitting. He be damned if the guy doesnât go straight for the kill.
âLet me bear two hundred rods then.â At the very least Nangong Yi was still a man. Towards Bai Ruo, his feelings are true so heâs willing to do this. âLet my wife-â
âOh alright.â Hearing someone willing to take more punishment, Bai Xiachen swiftly interrupted that speech and proposed a more severe punishment. âYou heard him too right, Mother? Itâs his own request so we should give him two hundred rods and one hundred for his wife.â
Now this time Nangong Yi really vomited blood.
His request was meant to allow his wife off the hook, but before he could even finish that statement, the blasted kid went ahead and changed the numbers.
âThis is not my problem.â Blinking those innocent eyes, Bai Xiachen puts on a clueless look, âItâs his own request. I didnât force him.â
Flicking up a smirk, Bai Yan gently caresses her son: âYes, I also heard that. If he likes being punished then thereâs no reason for us to refuse his request.â
âYou twoâ¦â Pointing at the mother and son dual, Nangong Yi could barely make out his words from frustration.
âItâs getting late already my son, let us go home first. Iâm sure your great grandfather is already waiting with dinner ready.â
Glancing up at the sky to affirm the hour, Bai Yan then turns around to bid her farewell to the old queen. Just like that, she and her son headed for the exit without minding the crowd behind her.
Of course, thereâs bound to be a certain uninvited individual following from behind. Curling her brow: âWhy are you following me when Iâm trying to educate my son?â
Towards that remark, Di Cangâs expression promptly turned cold. Not at Bai Yan though, itâs at the little steam bun. âLook what youâve done. You made my woman unhappy.â
Popping his eyes in utter shock, Bai Xiachen almost couldnât believe how fast this big baddie can changed. Didnât he agree to protect me?
Not missing that change in temperament around the man, Bai Yan hurriedly pinched at the manâs arm: âDonât intimidate my son!â
Despite the pain, Di Cang didnât find it all that awful. Rather, he was quite pleased by the contact: âIâll come find you this evening.â
Before Bai Yan could come to terms with that meaning, that purplish figure was already goneâ¦.
âMother.â Meek in his tone, the baby boy weakly tugged at his motherâs sleeve: âDid I do something wrong?â
Sighing at that pitiful face portrayed by her son, âSon, do you think Nangong Lin (bully) deserves to die for what heâs done?â
Nodding that tiny head to affirm his answer, âHe set fire to the palace. If it wasnât for Nangong Zhun (skinny boy) being fast enough when running, the boy would be dead by now. So, killing that bully is justified. Itâs just that Iâ¦â
âMy son, you cannot be soft in this world where the strong eats the weak. Nangong Lin (bully) may be young, nor do I know how his future will turn out, but what would you do if someone truly wishes to kill you? Would you also do the same as you did today?â
âNo!â Shaking his head, Bai Xiachen decisively answered: âIf someone wishes to kill me then I will kill them first. I wonât allow anyone to have the chance to harm me or my family. Itâs just that I feel sorry for Nangong Lin (bully). He wasnât as fortunate as me to have Godfather and everyone else by my side, thatâs why he grew up to be so bad.â
Hearing this, Bai Yan was honestly relieved. What she feared the most was her son going soft when encountering an assassin. Having mercy and kindness was a good thing, but it can also bring more danger to oneself if not properly given.
âSon,â her smile seemingly dangerous. âAs I recall, you were calling that man Handsome Father.â