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 husband’s selfishness. He did not support her at the crucial moment. Kneeling in front of dead people’s memorial tablets, in the pitch-dark ancestral hall, without food or water: wasn’t this a living hell? And this was also a very shameful thing. If it was spread out, she didn’t need to live anymore!
First, the servants of the General’s 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 Manor’s 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 Yiping’s courtyard, “Send Ye to the study.”
Mu YingRui entered the study and lay on the bed. He didn’t even take a deep breath yet when his three yiniangs and tongfang yatou came in.
Their words were about the same. “You suffered, Laoye. What is this about? You’re been hit right after the festival?”
If they didn’t ask, it was fine. But once asked, it was like adding oil to a fire. Mu YingRui’s hatred towards Wang Yiping grew!
He couldn’t help but play the nice guy. “This is all thanks to furen. After the festival, she wanted to hit Xiaojie.”
“What? Furen went overboard! Xiaojie is deceased furen’s only blood left and Laoye’s only Di daughter. Even if she was wrong, she shouldn’t be hit?” Second Yiniang deliberately exclaimed loudly.
The other women started to immediately lively discuss. Of course, no one denounced Wang Yiping directly.
Fourth Yiniang hid her small, cherry-red lips and sighed. “Ah… furen is too impatient. She’s not pregnant with Laoye’s child yet, but she’s already planning for her future. Actually, she doesn’t need to be like this. Xiaojie is not male. Who can take away her oldest Di son’s title when she gives birth? If she has a girl, what would be the point if it’s not the oldest Di daughter? Wouldn’t the child still be Laoye’s child? It would be strange if Lao TaiYe is not angry when she treated Xiaojie like that.”
Third Yiniang was from the north. She spoke a pleasant-sounding Wu dialect in a delicate and childish voice. But her words were like a soft knife: devious. “Fourth Yiniang, you don’t know this. Someone is a first, legal furen. But once she sees Xiaojie, the word “first” is thrown. How can her heart be happy?”
Mu YingRui had not thought too much. But once reminded by his yiniangs, he understood why Wang Yiping treated Zi You like that.
Ah! So your so-called love for me was for your plans?
This way, Mu YingRui’s original impression of Wang Yiping being virtuous and kindhearted was shattered.
But things were not over yet. Mu YingRui pained until he was covered in a cold sweat. With great difficulty, he dazedly fell asleep. But he heard someone crying by his bedside. He opened his eyes and saw Shui YouLian in the moonlight.
The little guniang was silently crying. She was more delicate and beautiful than pear blossoms in the rain, provoking people to have tender affection.
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 husband’s selfishness. He did not support her at the crucial moment. Kneeling in front of dead people’s memorial tablets, in the pitch-dark ancestral hall, without food or water: wasn’t this a living hell? And this was also a very shameful thing. If it was spread out, she didn’t need to live anymore!
First, the servants of the General’s 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 Manor’s 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 Yiping’s courtyard, “Send Ye to the study.”
Mu YingRui entered the study and lay on the bed. He didn’t even take a deep breath yet when his three yiniangs and tongfang yatou came in.
Their words were about the same. “You suffered, Laoye. What is this about? You’re been hit right after the festival?”
If they didn’t ask, it was fine. But once asked, it was like adding oil to a fire. Mu YingRui’s hatred towards Wang Yiping grew!
He couldn’t help but play the nice guy. “This is all thanks to furen. After the festival, she wanted to hit Xiaojie.”
“What? Furen went overboard! Xiaojie is deceased furen’s only blood left and Laoye’s only Di daughter. Even if she was wrong, she shouldn’t be hit?” Second Yiniang deliberately exclaimed loudly.
The other women started to immediately lively discuss. Of course, no one denounced Wang Yiping directly.
Fourth Yiniang hid her small, cherry-red lips and sighed. “Ah… furen is too impatient. She’s not pregnant with Laoye’s child yet, but she’s already planning for her future. Actually, she doesn’t need to be like this. Xiaojie is not male. Who can take away her oldest Di son’s title when she gives birth? If she has a girl, what would be the point if it’s not the oldest Di daughter? Wouldn’t the child still be Laoye’s child? It would be strange if Lao TaiYe is not angry when she treated Xiaojie like that.”
Third Yiniang was from the north. She spoke a pleasant-sounding Wu dialect in a delicate and childish voice. But her words were like a soft knife: devious. “Fourth Yiniang, you don’t know this. Someone is a first, legal furen. But once she sees Xiaojie, the word “first” is thrown. How can her heart be happy?”
Mu YingRui had not thought too much. But once reminded by his yiniangs, he understood why Wang Yiping treated Zi You like that.
Ah! So your so-called love for me was for your plans?
This way, Mu YingRui’s original impression of Wang Yiping being virtuous and kindhearted was shattered.
But things were not over yet. Mu YingRui pained until he was covered in a cold sweat. With great difficulty, he dazedly fell asleep. But he heard someone crying by his bedside. He opened his eyes and saw Shui YouLian in the moonlight.
The little guniang was silently crying. She was more delicate and beautiful than pear blossoms in the rain, provoking people to have tender affection.
