Chapter 3 Whipping the Mistress

Everyone thought Song Zhao didn't want to enter the palace.

But no one knew that she actually wanted to enter the palace more than anyone else.

Because only by entering the palace can she completely escape from the Song family, which is like a living hell, and avenge her biological mother who died in vain.

Song Zhao's biological mother, Bai, was Song Shicheng's concubine.

Bai was born beautiful and became the special concubine of the Song family after she entered the family.

Therefore, after she got married, the mistress of the house, Mrs. Jiang, had some complaints about her.

Many years ago, when Song Zhao was still young, Jiang framed Bai for theft and whipped Bai to death in front of Song Zhao.

Jiang's maternal family had provided a lot of help to Song Shicheng in officialdom, so even though Song Shicheng knew that Bai had died in vain, he never asked a single question about it.

Song Zhao, who witnessed his mother's tragic death, understood one truth from an early age:

Men should have power, and women should hold real power.

If you just depend on men, when your beauty fades and your love slackens, even if you are beaten to death, it will just be a worthless life and no one will care about you.

So she didn't want to be the one who was beaten by others anymore.

If she wants to do it, she must be the one who holds the whip herself.

Late that night, Song Zhao went to the woodshed.

She saw that Jiang's mother and daughter had indeed suffered some torture.

His face was pale, with many bloodstains on his body, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Seeing this, she frowned slightly and rebuked the servant who was carrying out the execution.

"Father asked you to cane them, not to beat my elder sister and mother to death. If you beat them openly and cause injuries, how will they entertain guests in the future?"

The servant scratched his head and said, "But the master said that he must be whipped thirty times, and now he is still ten whips short."

"Women are weak. If you keep hitting me like this, half of my life will be gone."

Song Zhao rolled up his sleeves and took the whip from the servant. "Never mind. I'll give you the remaining ten lashes. Just for your own good intention. You can report to your father."

Jiang was the mistress after all, and the servants were unwilling to do such an offensive task.

Seeing that Song Zhao was about to take it, he hurriedly handed the whip to her and ran away as if he was running for his life.

Song Zhao walked slowly towards Jiang's mother and daughter, holding the whip in both hands, and stretched it until it cracked.

The Jiang mother and daughter looked at her in horror, huddled against the wall, "What...what do you want to do?"

'Pop'

Song Zhao raised his whip and lashed Jiang's face with it.

A dark red blood mark immediately appeared on the left cheek. She screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground, covering her face.

Song Yue rushed forward to protect Jiang, staring at Song Zhao with bloodshot eyes.

"Bitch! You schemed against my mother and me for all this! You...ah!!!"

'Pop'

Another whip hit Song Yue's forehead.

"I plotted against you? Haha~ Compared to the humiliation you inflicted on me over the years, compared to your mother beating my mother to death, I still feel that these few lashes today are far from enough!

If it weren't for the fact that the mother's family of a newly entered palace girl cannot be mourned, do you think I would have let you live? But it doesn't matter. Your nightmare began after I entered the palace."

"Pah!" Jiang spat a mouthful of blood and phlegm at Song Zhao, "You have framed us and made your face look like this. You will definitely not be favored by the emperor when you enter the palace tomorrow!

You are beautiful, but there is no shortage of beautiful women in the palace. You are a concubine's daughter, and there has never been a precedent for concubines to be made concubines in the Qi Dynasty! Just make a promise and wait to die of old age in the palace!"

Song Zhao swung the whip in the air twice and suddenly laughed.

"A concubine? Haha? I entered the palace to be the queen, otherwise what am I going to do? Cook for others?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly became ruthless and whipped Jiang and Song Yue again.

Only after the breath that had been pent up in his chest for these years was released did he let out a long sigh and said:

"Since I've tolerated you for so many years, you should know how far I can go to get what I want.

I am not my mother. I lost my life for Song Shicheng's empty words.

I know exactly what I want. I will wipe out all those who stand in my way, one by one.

And you today are the best example! "

After she finished speaking, she casually threw the whip at Jiang's face, clapped her hands and left.