Although the boards were not as heavy as the military rods, but every hit was burningly painful!
Damn that woman! Why was Ye so unlucky to marry such a jinx?! Mu YingRui shouted and inwardly cursed.
Wang Yiping hated her husbandâs selfishness. He did not support her at the crucial moment. Kneeling in front of dead peopleâs memorial tablets, in the pitch-dark ancestral hall, without food or water: wasnât this a living hell? And this was also a very shameful thing. If it was spread out, she didnât need to live anymore!
First, the servants of the Generalâs Manor would look down on her. And who knew how her sisters at Duke Yingguo fu would laugh at her. That mean Di mother would also make cutting remarks to her yiniang again.
Wang Yiping seemed to have seen her maiden family laughing at her and the Manorâs servants treating her with contempt. Kneeling in the ancestral hall, she was angry until her body trembled and her hands and feet were ice-cold.
Mu YingRui suffered ten hits and his buttocks were in pain again.
As he was being carried back, he said ill-tempered to the servants carrying him to Wang Yipingâs courtyard, âSend Ye to the study.â
Mu YingRui entered the study and lay on the bed. He didnât even take a deep breath yet when his three yiniangs and tongfang yatou came in.
Their words were about the same. âYou suffered, Laoye. What is this about? Youâre been hit right after the festival?â
If they didnât ask, it was fine. But once asked, it was like adding oil to a fire. Mu YingRuiâs hatred towards Wang Yiping grew!
He couldnât help but play the nice guy. âThis is all thanks to furen. After the festival, she wanted to hit Xiaojie.â