Chapter 99 Song Zhao personally whips his stepmother to death 5

After Song Yue was carried out, Song Shicheng beat his chest and stamped his feet with a look of regret. He finally squeezed out a tear and couldn't wait to show it to Song Zhao.

Song Zhao was all too familiar with this kind of hypocritical face.

When A Niang passed away, wasn't Song Shicheng also very affectionate towards her?

But he clearly watched his mother being beaten to death...

Now Song Zhao felt like vomiting if he looked at him any longer.

She hated Song Shicheng even more than she hated Jiang.

But she couldn't show this emotion yet, she had to pretend with Song Shicheng.

"Father, mother just told me something and asked me to tell you.

Mother really couldn't let you go. She said that it didn't matter that she was in trouble, but she was afraid that the emperor would doubt you in the future, which would affect your career and your elder sister's future marriage. So mother decided not to commit suicide, but let father use family law to whip her to death, so as to show her loyalty to the court."

Song Zhao originally thought that no matter what, Song Shicheng would pretend to refuse this matter.

Unexpectedly, he just cried harder, choking and mumbling,

"Tong'er... why are you doing this?"

Song Zhao also wanted to see how long this play could last, so he deliberately said,

"The decision on this matter still lies with father. Although mother has this idea, father, you can refuse it."

Then, she saw Song Shicheng use the most affectionate face to say the most heartless words.

"Since your mother has made such a decision, I cannot let her die with hatred. This matter... just follow her words. But I have been married to your mother for decades. How can I have the heart to do that to you?"

As he spoke, Song Shicheng cast his cloudy eyes on the servant beside him.

The servant was panicked. Before Song Shicheng could speak, he knelt down and said, "Master, the Madam has always treated us very well. How can we repay her kindness with hatred and beat her to death? Please think twice!"

Only then did Song Zhao realize that everyone in the Song Mansion was like the actors in the Shengping Office, each one better than the other in acting.

Jiang had always been harsh to her servants, often beating and scolding them and withholding their monthly wages. How could he have said that he 'treated them very well'?

The servant said this simply because he didn't want to take responsibility.

If anyone really beat Jiang to death, wouldn't Song Yue skin him alive when he wakes up?

And in order to enforce the family rules, this matter must be resolved within the Song family.

The people sent by the court received an imperial decree ordering Jiang to commit suicide, so they dared not take action.

Things were at a standstill for a while.

Song Zhao pretended to be conflicted, and after a long while, he knelt in front of Song Shicheng as if he had made a great decision.

"When the family is in trouble, the mother is righteous! The daughter does not want the father to be embarrassed. If someone must be the bad guy, let the daughter be the bad guy."

On the surface, Song Shicheng was very touched by Song Zhao's action, but in fact he knew in his heart that Song Zhao's words of action were more or less intended to avenge the Bai family.

But he won't stop.

Jiang's death was a foregone conclusion, and only with her death could the court believe that he was not involved in those crimes.

In fact, in many things, everyone just takes what they need, and there is no need to talk about it.

After Song Zhao had arranged everything, she asked the imperial court's men to wait outside the inner courtyard while she and Song Shicheng entered the inner courtyard.

Jiang knelt in the middle of the courtyard, and Song Zhao whispered to Song Shicheng:

"Dad, if you can't bear to watch, just stay in your room and don't come out."

She took the whip from Song Shicheng and said, "Although I am doing it for you, it will only be effective if the people in the court think that you did it yourself.

Later, you will submit another memorial in your room, explaining the reason why you want to execute the family law and whip mother to death today. You must make the emperor feel that what mother did over the years has nothing to do with you, otherwise mother's sacrifice today will be in vain."

Song Shicheng certainly knew that he had to write this memorial with all his heart in order to regain Xiao Jingheng's trust.

Maybe it was because of guilt, or because I couldn't bear to be separated.

He didn't even say goodbye to Jiang for the final time, and hurried back to his room and closed the door.

Song Zhao stretched the whip in his hand and looked up at the foggy sky.

It was snowing heavily.

Even bigger than the day my mother died.

She walked up to Jiang with an expressionless face.

Before Jiang had time to be afraid, Song Zhao had already raised his whip and hit her waist hard.

The plain clothes were torn in an instant, revealing the bloody flesh.

Jiang fell down in the snow, and for a moment, Song Zhao seemed to see the shadow of his mother in her expression.

Song Zhao will never forget that expression that was gradually eroded by despair and fear.

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When Song Zhao was carrying out the caning, he said nothing, but the force of his hands became more and more severe.

The palm of her hand holding the whip was rubbed with blood, but she still held the whip tightly and swung it with all her strength.

But each whip cleverly avoided the vital points.

Until Jiang was beaten to a bloody mess, with flesh torn and wounds so deep that the bones were visible,

Until she lay on her back on the ground, even her hysterical screams faded away.

Only then did Song Zhao stop.

She slowly squatted down and admired the painting on Jiang's body made with blood as ink.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Mother, go on your journey with peace of mind."

She approached Jiang inch by inch and added in a low voice,

“Don’t worry, in the near future, I will definitely send my father and elder sister down to accompany you.

You will never be alone on this road to the underworld."

Jiang's eyes were filled with fear, and she almost used up her last breath of strength and said in a weak voice:

"Bastard...you lied to me..."

Song Zhao smiled and raised his pretty eyebrows at her, then his eyes suddenly turned fierce and he whipped her on the top of her head with a whip.

After watching Jiang die, Song Zhao threw the whip next to her body and said indifferently,

"Forty-six lashes."

"You gave my mother twenty-three lashes in the past, and today I will repay you double."

After saying this, Song Zhao slammed his knees into the snow.

Her bright eyes were filled with tears, and she kowtowed three times in the direction behind Jiang.

"Mother, you can rest in peace."

*

It was three days later when we returned to the hot spring villa.

The news that Song Shicheng had beaten Jiang to death with his own hands had already reached Xiao Jingheng's ears.

When Song Zhao came back that day, Xiao Jingheng went to the villa to greet him personally.

As soon as Song Zhao saw her, he cried pitifully, "Your Majesty..."

Xiao Jingheng held her in his arms and comforted her softly, "What's wrong? Why are you shaking like this?"

Yunshan explained from the side: "Your Majesty, the young lady was frightened at home."

"Scared?" Xiao Jingheng asked, "What happened?"

Song Zhao was like a frightened cat, shivering in Xiao Jingheng's arms.

Yunshan said, "The master beat the lady to death in front of you... You have never seen a bloody scene before. After that, you felt uneasy and had nightmares at night. You couldn't sleep well."

Xiao Yinzi also said, "Your Majesty, I went to see her. She was beaten to the point where she was unrecognizable. No wonder you are so scared."

As he spoke, he took out a memorial from his bosom, held it with both hands and handed it to Xiao Jingheng, "This memorial is what Lord Song asked me to deliver to the emperor. Please take a look at it."