"You can't hit me, otherwise my young master and Master Yong will not let you go."
"Ah, it hurts, stop hitting me, help me, Master, help me."
"Please spare us, husband. We will never dare to do it again."
Several people who were being discussed by Wang Ming begged for mercy early on. The pain from the falling board pulled at their nerves, and several of them cried out in agony.
Wei Xuan was flipping through the medical book slowly and indifferently. Amidst the cries of crying and begging for mercy, he seemed particularly relaxed, but there was a cold look in his lowered eyes.
At this time, a group of people walked towards this side.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. Next to him was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a brocade robe, with red lips and white teeth, and delicate features.
The young man took the middle-aged man's arm and whispered something, which made the man smile.
A group of people quickly saw the scene in front of them, were shocked and stopped.
"Master Yong, Young Master, please save me." As soon as Wang Ming saw the two of them, his eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
The boy looked in the direction of the voice and saw a person pinned to a bench and crying bitterly.
"Isn't this Wang Ming? Didn't I tell you to buy cakes for uncle? How did you become like this?"
After saying this, he looked at Wei Xuan, who was indifferent in the pavilion, and said, "Brother Xuan, Wang Ming did something wrong. He definitely didn't do it on purpose. I hope Brother Xuan will be magnanimous and forgive him."
Wei Xuan ignored Wang Run, but politely bowed to the middle-aged man next to him.
Wei Yong, the middle-aged man, is Bai Heng's father.
He glanced at Wei Xuan lightly, and the smile on his face faded, replaced by a hint of coldness: "What's going on? You're crying so early in the morning, why are you beating people with sticks? If a servant does something wrong, just scold him and point it out. If you hit him at will, won't it be said that my Bai Mansion treats servants harshly? If the news gets out, how can my son continue to be an official? You are her husband. Even if you don't think about her, you should think about yourself. Do you want to be a cruel and ruthless husband?"
"Yes, stop fighting. Brother Xuan, it's not easy for my cousin to be an official, we can't hold her back. Besides, although the servants sold themselves to the Bai Mansion, they were also born and raised by their parents. Poor parents in the world." Wang Run said, his throat choked slightly, tears filled his eyes, and he seemed to feel sorry for these servants who were beaten.
"Stop it now." Wei Yong said with a cold face.
The guards all looked at Wei Xuan at the same time.
These guards were all assigned to Wei Xuan by Bai Heng. They only obeyed Wei Xuan's orders, and even if Bai Heng came, he could not command them.
Wei Xuan had his hands behind his back, still holding the medical book.
He said lightly, "Keep fighting."
Wang Run opened his tearful eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief, as if he was the biggest villain in the world.
Wei Yong, who had thought Wei Xuan would be obedient, turned pale. His chest heaved, and his eyes stared at Wei Xuan like an eagle: "This is outrageous. A person like you is not worthy of my daughter. I want my daughter to divorce you."
Wei Xuan tightened his grip on the medical book, his face showing no sign of emotion. His eyes remained calm as he spoke calmly, "Divorce me? I haven't done anything wrong. Why should you ask Bai Heng to divorce me? But if you want a divorce, I'm willing to do it. I'm tired and don't want to play along with you."
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