Chapter 527 Kneel Down!

After watching Li San Niang's carriage drive away, Song Zhenzhu turned around and went back into the Song residence.

But when Song Zhenzhu returned to the main hall, she saw no maidservants standing by her side, only Madam Song with a frosty expression and an old woman standing at the door looking at her with pity. Song Zhenzhu's animalistic intuition told her that she would have to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Kneel down!

Without saying a word, Song Zhenzhu knelt down on the soft cushion that the old woman had placed there. She knelt down so readily that Madam Song, who was sitting at the head of the table, was speechless.

Song Zhenzhu lowered her head and stared at the floor tiles in the room, thinking about what Li Sanniang had said about the strange thing about her uterus.

"Song Zhenzhu!"

Suddenly being called by her surname, Song Zhenzhu was startled and looked up at Madam Song with a start. Her bewildered look made Madam Song, who was already angry, even angrier.

What's with that expression on your face?

Now you're putting on this innocent act?

You're amazing!

Mother, I've explained the principles to you over and over again, how come you still don't understand?

You actually dared to go and pry into other people's family affairs!

Song Zhenzhu shrank her neck and quickly lowered her head, feeling uneasy: "No wonder when I came back after seeing Li Sanniang off, Xiao Tao was not standing at the door!"

I'm afraid so. Mother has already interrogated Xiaotao, and she must have heard about the things I did from Xiaotao.

Oh no, Mother looks very angry, what should we do?

Does this mean we not only have to kneel in the ancestral hall, but also copy Buddhist scriptures?

Looking at Song Zhenzhu, who was sitting at the head of the table with her head down but still not behaving herself, her eyes darting around and her little thoughts all over her face, Madam Song felt a surge of anger again!

"Granny, bring the family discipline!"

"lady!

My wife is still young and needs your guidance. It's hot outside, and it wouldn't be good if she got injured.

Why insist on family discipline?

"Please forgive your wife this time, madam."

The old woman knelt down and pleaded with Madam Song, while also glancing at Song Zhenzhu with her eyes. Song Zhenzhu, now quick-witted, immediately kowtowed and pitifully said, "Mother, Zhenniang knows she was wrong!"

Mother, Zhenniang will never dare to do it again!

Mother, please forgive Zhenniang this time. Mother, Mother, Zhenniang is afraid of pain.

As she spoke, Song Zhenzhu's voice became choked with sobs, and when she looked up, tears streamed down her face.

It wasn't that Song Zhenzhu was cowardly or gave in; it was just that when Song Zhenzhu made mistakes in the past, she was usually punished by Madam Song by being made to kneel in the ancestral hall and also by missing a meal.

Even if the mistake was serious, it would just mean kneeling in the ancestral hall to copy Buddhist scriptures.

However, Song Zhenzhu made two serious mistakes. Once, she took the eldest daughter of the third branch of the family to watch fishing in the Yu River outside the city. She accidentally let her cousin fall into the river. Fortunately, she had brought a maid who knew how to swim, which prevented a disaster.

Even so, the third wife's eldest daughter was still frightened and caught a cold after returning home, spending nearly half a month in bed recovering.

On that occasion, Madam Song disciplined Song Zhenzhu, who was struck on the palm of her hand more than twenty times with a rattan stick. It took almost half a month for her to recover.

The second time was when Song Zhenzhu accompanied Madam Song to the Princess's mansion to attend the Hundred Flowers Banquet. She got into an argument with a noble lady, and the two started fighting in the garden. Song Zhenzhu scratched the noble lady's face, injuring her forehead and causing it to bleed, thus disfiguring her.

Although Song Zhenzhu's arm was also cut by the noblewoman, Song Zhenzhu struck first, and besides, her arm is not as important as her face, is it?

That time, Song Zhenzhu's palm was swollen so badly from being beaten that she couldn't hold anything for more than half a month. She was also confined by Madam Song for two months and had to kneel in the ancestral hall every day to copy scriptures using her good right hand.

Therefore, when Song Zhenzhu heard that Madam Song wanted to impose family punishment, she was so frightened by the thought of the pain that she burst into tears.

But how could Madam Song possibly swallow this insult?

"We must teach her a lesson today and show her what's what!"

We can't let her get away with this!

Otherwise, she'll definitely suffer a great loss in the future!

Thinking this, Madam Song looked firmly at Song Zhenzhu, who was kneeling on the ground below, weeping and looking pitiful.

"Please administer the family punishment!"

Seeing Madam Song's state, the old woman knew that she couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she got up and went to get a rattan stick.

"Come to me and extend your hand!"

Song Zhenzhu hesitated for a moment, but seeing Madam Song's appearance, she had no choice but to get up, pick up the cushion, kneel down in front of Madam Song, and extend her left hand, palm facing up hesitantly.

"The mistake you made this time has caused quite a bit of trouble. Thirty lashes will teach you a lesson."

After you finish these thirty lashes, you will be confined to your quarters starting tomorrow. You will be required to copy ten volumes of Buddhist scriptures in the ancestral hall until you truly realize your mistakes. Only then will we discuss letting you leave the house.

Straighten your hands! "

The sounds of "slap, slap, slap" were incessant. Song Zhenzhu bit her lower lip with her upper teeth and gripped her dress with her right hand, trying her best to endure it.

Song Zhenzhu didn't dare to utter a sound, forcefully suppressing the groan of pain that was about to escape her lips.

Song Zhenzhu, however, was a girl who had been pampered since childhood. Tears streamed down her face as if they were free, making her look quite pitiful.

After the thirty blows were finished, Song Zhenzhu finally let out a series of muffled groans.

The old woman immediately stepped forward to help Song Zhenzhu up, and took out the medicine she had prepared beforehand to apply to Song Zhenzhu's wounds.

Then another maid came in through the door, carrying a bowl of still-steaming medicinal soup.

"Wife, drink it while it's hot, or you'll suffer the consequences later."

Song Zhenzhu knew that drinking the medicine at this time was the best course of action, so she picked up the bowl and began to drink it while blowing on it.

He had just finished drinking and put down the bowl when he was fed sugar. "Wife, quickly suck on this to get rid of the bitterness."

The old woman took a damp handkerchief and wiped the tear stains off Song Zhenzhu's face. After wiping, she took some face cream and applied it to her face.

"Come here and tell me properly what caused this beating you received."

Explain to me one by one all the mistakes you made!

Song Zhenzhu had just been hit and was still in a bad mood, so she turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to Madam Song's words.

It was only after the old woman acted as a mediator between the mother and daughter that Song Zhenzhu obediently sat down in front of Madam Song and quietly listed her mistakes one by one.

"I shouldn't have spent money to inquire about Xu Sanlang's private affairs at the Duke of Ying's mansion."

I shouldn't have caused trouble for Li Sanniang at the Qian family's banquet just because I found out that Xu Sanlang had once proposed to Li Sanniang.

I cannot, just because I lost face because of what Li Sanniang said, think of going to her clinic where she is on duty to cause trouble for her.

I shouldn't have lost face by deliberately seeking out Xu Sanlang on Qixi Festival, wanting to get to the bottom of things with him.

After saying this in a low voice, Song Zhenzhu lowered her head and remained silent.

After waiting a while, seeing that Song Zhenzhu was no longer speaking, Madam Song uttered a sound from her throat: "Anything else?"

Song Zhenzhu looked up at Madam Song's sharp lips and reluctantly added, "I shouldn't have kept all these things from Mother. I should have explained everything to Mother long ago."