Tang Baozhu quickly pretended to be distressed and stepped forward to take his hand, looking anxious. "Xingchen, what's wrong? Did your parents punish you?"
He looked shocked and extremely sad, as if something had really happened to Yong Xingchen.
Tang Baozhu sometimes admired herself, as she acted quite convincingly when she was performing.
Seeing Baozhu's worried expression, Yong Xingchen quickly comforted her, "Baozhu, don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that I talked back to Father and Mother, so Father gave me a few lashes. Fortunately, Father went easy on me. It looks serious, but it's not that serious. It's just a superficial injury."
He bumped into something while walking and suddenly started grimacing, which was completely different from what he said about it not being serious.
This truly worried Tang Baozhu. Could the Marquis and his wife really be so heartless? Could they even be so cruel to their own son?
"Don't talk, go back and rest. Let me take a good look at how serious it is. If it needs medicine, apply it; if it needs a doctor, call a doctor."
At this moment, Tang Baozhu thought of the pills she had stockpiled in the warehouse. Whether they were pills she had made herself or pills made by Doctor Zhang in the past, there were quite a lot of them, but it was a little difficult to find an excuse to take them out.
They helped Yong Xingchen into the bedroom. She couldn't lie down on the bed because it was too unseemly, so she could only lie on her stomach.
"Let me check how bad your injury is first. You can't struggle, or it will get worse and cause more trouble."
Yong Xingchen didn't really think he was seriously injured, but seeing Baozhu looking at him with such concern, he thought it would be good to show her the injury, at least she wouldn't be so scared after seeing it.
"Just take a look. If you're scared, just let Xiao Quanzi come in and serve you."
Although he said it was just a glance, Yong Xingchen was still quite shy. After all, he was already so old, and it was really embarrassing to let others see his buttocks.
She simply lay face down on the bed and buried her entire head under the covers, as if she wouldn't feel shy if she couldn't see it.
Tang Baozhu glanced at him and was surprised to see this shy side of him. She then pulled down his pants and saw the marks on his buttocks from the beating. It seemed that the Marquis and his wife had indeed been very ruthless.
Tang Baozhu immediately guessed that the Marquis was protecting his wife, thinking that his son had angered her, so he was using his son as a punching bag.
He would protect his wife, so why shouldn't Yong Xingchen protect his little wife?
Suddenly I realized that the Marquis and his wife weren't so fair and just people. From now on, I'll just stick to saving face.
She had heard Yong Xingchen say that he grew up with his mother when he was a child, but he was never taken away by the old woman. How come she could take away her own son whenever she wanted?
Thinking of the prank pills in my space, since they don't cause any serious harm, it's a good way to vent my anger.
"Xingchen, it's just holding the child for a moment, why are the Marquis and Madam so angry? Besides, it's just holding him to sleep for one night, is it such a big deal?"
Tang Baozhu's tone was sad, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Upon hearing the voice, Yong Xingchen quickly turned around, disregarding the injury on his buttocks, and hurriedly comforted Tang Baozhu, "Don't be sad. Father is only blaming me for talking back to Mother. In the future, when the child grows up by your side, you can bring An'an to show Mother when you go to pay your respects."
Tang Baozhu was surprised to hear that such a good thing was happening.
In an instant, the urge to cry vanished, and she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, revealing a slight smile.
"Xingchen, you are so good to me. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of our son."
Tang Baozhu felt that Yong Xingchen had been beaten by his parents because of her, and she would feel bad if she didn't express her gratitude. She wondered how she could show her thanks.
Should we have another son for him?
After all, he lacks nothing, and the small world can't allow him to directly cultivate immortality and ascend to heaven. What he lacks most is probably a son, right? Why not just have a son for him?
“Okay, I believe Baozhu can do it. Baozhu is so capable, how could she not take good care of our son?”
"Don't talk for now, just lie down and relax. I'll go get some medicine to apply to you. If you don't get a fever tonight, you should be fine."
Tang Baozhu looked at his buttocks and noticed that there were traces of blood seeping out. She knew that although she had shown some mercy when she hit him, she hadn't been too merciful.
He quickly went to the study next door and, when no one was paying attention, took out the ointment he had made in his spatial storage.
With my own ointment, I think I'll get better soon. I'm just worried that if I get better too quickly, it might surprise people.
Well, let him recover quickly if he can. He looks so pitiful, and he did it all for his own sake. He's brave enough.
I applied the ointment evenly to his buttocks, and it was absorbed very quickly.
Yong Xingchen felt the cool sensation on his buttocks. "This ointment is quite good. It shouldn't have been given by the Marquis's physician, right? The ointments from the physician aren't this effective."
Yong Xingchen was quite familiar with the medical skills of the Marquis's physician. After feeling the ointment, he knew it was definitely not something from the manor.
"This is from a private collection, so it's definitely not comparable to ordinary plasters. I think if you use it a few more times tonight, it shouldn't interfere with your morning court session tomorrow, right?"
After thinking about it, although the superficial injury had healed, it would still affect walking. I felt that it would be a bit unseemly to go to the morning court with a limp.
"If it affects my walking tomorrow, I might as well take a day off."
Tang Baozhu also thought that men are generally concerned about their image, and they would be very embarrassed to go out like that.
Yong Xingchen also thought about the morning court session tomorrow. If he went to the morning court session in this state, his colleagues would laugh at him to death.
"Let's see. If it really doesn't work out, I'll have to ask for leave. Luckily, my boss is pretty good, so asking for leave shouldn't be too difficult."
After Tang Baozhu finished applying the medicine to him, she remembered her own son, who should be in the next room. "Xingchen, I'll go next door and bring the child over. He can keep you company so you won't be bored."
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