Su Muyan looked at him coldly and sneered.
Su Jingming looked up and met her sarcastic gaze.
Su Muyan's face was full of gloating, and she silently mouthed "Serves you right!"
Su Jingming looked at her face with an expression of satisfaction that was not concealed at all, and even a bit of provocation.
Su Jingming's face darkened slightly. After his father left, he stood up and stared at Su Muyan, warning her: "You better take care of yourself. If you fail again next time, the result won't be as simple as this time."
Su Muyan curled her lips and smiled smugly: "At worst, I'll let my father beat you to death next time, Su! Family! Eldest! Young! Son!"
Su Jingming's eyes were sinister as he warned her coldly, "Father didn't punish you this time because we're going to the Spring Hunt soon, and you can't be injured. If Father gives up on you, what do you think will become of you?"
After saying that, he didn't even look at Su Muyan anymore and simply turned and left.
Su Muyan stared at Su Jingming's departing back with an angry look, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.
She slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes blurred with tears, she reached out and wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit. She murmured softly, "What a mess, Su Muyan..."
The tears gradually dried up, and the person in the mirror had red eyes and a haggard face.
Su Muyan called out coldly, "Someone come here."
Bizhu immediately walked in with her head lowered: "What do you want, young lady?"
"Clean up the room." She glanced at Bizhu and ordered, "Prepare some hot water. I want to take a bath."
Bizhu responded quickly, and the other maids lowered their heads and began to clean, moving very carefully, for fear of making any noise and annoying their master.
Su Muyan let go of her hand and saw that the delicate skin on her palm was pierced by the golden hairpin.
She recalled the time when she was in Jiangbei. If she had been seriously injured like this, she would have gone to her elder brother and cried out in pain.
now……
The eye sockets that had just dried up couldn't help but become hot again. Su Muyan took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
She still couldn't believe it. Her elder brother, who loved her so much before, could be so cold and heartless to her after just half a year.
The corridor of the Su family's torture chamber.
Su Jingming walked towards the torture room with a calm expression.
Lin Qi, the personal attendant behind him, hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Master, why don't you tell the young lady that the medicine was Master's idea? If she knew the truth, perhaps she wouldn't..."
Su Jingming didn't stop walking, his voice calm: "What's the harm in telling her? My father ordered it, and I personally delivered the medicine. What's the difference?"
Lin Qi said anxiously: "But the lady hates you!"
"Then let her hate him." Su Jingming's eyes flashed with emotion, but his expression remained unchanged. "Xiao Yunchen is her best choice now. Even if she has to use some tricks to marry him, it's better than staying in the Su Mansion, a place that eats people and leaves no bones."
If Mu Yan married into the Xiao family, she could at least live a stable life. Moreover, she would have the love of her deceased mother, and Madam Xiao would not treat Mu Yan harshly.
Su Jingming raised his hand, interrupting Lin Qi's next words, and warned in a low voice: "Don't mention this matter again."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qi immediately responded, "Yes," and closed his mouth.
The Su Mansion's torture chamber was in the west wing of the central courtyard, next door to the family's ancestral hall.
The torture chamber is inhabited by the family's old slaves, all of whom were personally arranged by the master of the house. They treat everyone equally, no matter who receives the punishment.
There is no personal feelings at all.
The old slave looked to be about forty years old, wearing a long gray cloth gown, with sallow and shriveled skin, a sunken nose, nostrils pointing upwards, and a crooked mouth that looked as if it was always curled in a sneer.
He said, "My lord, I'm sorry." Although it was an apology, his voice was calm and cold, which made it seem that there was no sincerity at all, and instead it was full of sarcasm.
Su Jingming did not react at all. He just knelt silently facing the tablet on the table opposite him.
The old slave took out a long whip soaked in salt water.
He raised his arms high and swung the long whip soaked in salt water in his hand "snapping! snapping!"
Su Jingming straightened his back and let the whistling whip fall on his body again and again.
Bloodstains seeped through his outer shirt, and the piercing pain in his back was like a raging fire burning his back, instantly spreading throughout his body.
The old slave was very skilled in whipping, whipping down one after another with almost the same force and speed.
Su Jingming was beaten so hard that his body was shaking. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from shouting, and layers of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The mottled lapels and flesh gradually tore apart, his legs trembled and became weak, but he tried hard to hold himself back from collapsing.
He had suffered such punishment many times when he first came to the capital.
Although the pain was unbearable at the time, it was only a superficial injury and did not hurt the bones and muscles. It would be fine after resting for a while.
After fifty lashes, Su Jingming's back was covered in blood and his outer shirt was torn beyond recognition.
He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but stumbled and collapsed on the ground in a mess.
Lin Qi supported him and walked outside with red eyes.
After leaving the torture chamber, he couldn't help but whispered, "Master, why are you doing this..."
Su Jingming didn't say a word. His back was numb from the pain. He barely held on to avoid fainting. He made the most of Lin Qi's strength and walked towards his yard step by step.
As the sky grew darker, Su Jingming allowed the maid to wipe his body clean and apply ointment.
There was a sound of brisk footsteps outside the door.
Su Jingming recognized Su Muyan's footsteps and hurriedly asked the maid to pull a thin blanket over her.
"Squeak——" the door was pushed open.
Su Muyan was wearing a red long dress, and the golden hairpin on her head swayed slightly as she walked.
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