Bang!
Lan Xi groaned, her face expressionless. Her hands hanging by her sides were clenched into fists. She held her back straight and stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.
The animal skins were soaked in water to soften them and then made into short whips. Under the dim light, densely packed tiny burrs were visible on them.
The whipper stood behind Lan Xi on the left and carried out the flogging. From his strong muscles, one could tell how painful this flogging would be.
Twenty minutes later, the whipping was over. Lan Xi's back was covered with bloodstains, sweat dripped from her chin, her lips turned pale, and her body swayed slightly. She stared at the tablet in front of her, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"Oh! Miss, why are you doing this? You have so many ways to do this, but you have to use this method that will make the master angry?" The housekeeper stood aside, looking at Miss Sun who was still kneeling upright with heartache.
Lan Xi didn't say anything, but just looked at the tablet quietly. It was filled with the deceased elders of the Lan family, and the eternal lamp was lit day and night.
In the middle is her grandmother's tablet, and there is an empty space next to it, which she guessed was prepared by her grandfather for himself.
On the altar was the broken hairpin. Lan Xi found someone to reconnect it overnight and made it into a gold and jade hairpin.
That was a hairpin passed down from generation to generation by the head of the Lan family to show one's status. It was originally intended for Lan Ting and to be worn on Li Yulan's head.
But Lan Ting'an's infidelity ruined his chance to inherit the position of family head. This was a deal between the Lan and Li families, and it was the idea that Lan Xi whispered to Li Xun.
"Please stop talking. The ancestral hall is cold and gloomy. You are old, don't waste your time here with me!"
Lan Xi emerged from the suffocating environment. Every breath she took pulled at the wound on her back, making her shiver uncontrollably.
The housekeeper knew that Lan Xi was stubborn and would never listen, so he could only sigh, wave to the man who put away the whip, open the door and leave.
Her legs went limp and Lan Xi knelt on the mat, unable to help but support herself on the ground with her hands. Tiny beads of sweat instantly covered her forehead, and the suffocating feeling of difficulty breathing came over her again.
The collar of his clothes rubbed against his back, and the torn flesh rolled around, causing a burning pain as if a handful of salt had been sprinkled on it.
She opened her tightly closed eyes, slowly sat up straight, and her frown relaxed. Then she actually laughed:
"What have I done wrong? This is what your Lan family owes me. Besides me, who else can you rely on? Rely on that useless Lan Ting'an? Hehehehe..."
As she spoke, Lan Xi laughed out loud, and her shoulders began to tremble. The wound on her back rubbed against her clothes again. She couldn't help but hissed and the corners of her mouth twitched.
"It hurts so damn much!" Lan Xi let out a long sigh. She had to admit that the executioner of the Lan family was really amazing. After being whipped so many times, he was able to rely on the pain to keep her from fainting for a long time.
However, if the problem can be solved once and for all, what does this little bit of suffering matter?
"Is it over?" Lan Xiangfu was drinking tea in the tea room. The thirty-year-old ancient tree tea smelled very mellow. Seeing the housekeeper walk in, he raised his eyelids and looked over.
The butler nodded and closed the door. He struggled to plead for Lan Xi: "Sir!"
Lan Xiangfu seemed to have noticed something and waved at him: "Sit down and have some tea!"
Seeing this, the housekeeper knew that the master had his own plans, so he had to sit down obediently, picked up the tea poured by Lan Xiangfu, and drank it slowly.
"Lan Xi! You're forcing me! Forcing me to completely expel Ting'an from the Lan family, forcing me to choose between the two of them. This girl... has gone crazy!"
Lan Ting'an said helplessly that with the status of the Lan family, it was impossible for them to stop a small hot search. She did this just to completely ruin Lan Ting'an's reputation.
The housekeeper knew all this, but unlike the master, he did not feel sorry for Lan Ting'an.
In his opinion, Lan Ting'an was not suitable to be the head of the Lan family, but he was still grateful for the father-son relationship between the two.
"Sir, it's time to make a choice. After all, you don't have many years left to work. Retiring early is good for your health!"
The housekeeper began to secretly remind Lan Xiangfu that he should consider his retirement at his age, and the father-son relationship could not solve his future retirement problem.
Lan Xiangfu looked at the housekeeper, paused, and uttered a sound that was either a hum or a laugh. "Why? Lan Xi asked you to be a lobbyist?"
Such words were full of temptation, but the housekeeper seemed not to hear it: "The young lady hasn't returned to the house for a long time!"
The tea room fell into silence, and the only sound was the boiling water. The two people, one drinking and the other making tea, did not speak for a long time.
In the end, only Lan Xiangfu sighed deeply...
"This is the only way...this is the only way!" The girl walked into the bedroom and heard Lan Ting'an's anxious voice. He paced back and forth with his head hung down, and didn't even hear the sound coming from behind him.
The girl walked forward worriedly to support him, pulled him to sit on the bed, and patted his back: "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be over!"
Lan Ting'an looked at the girl, who smiled sweetly at him. The repeated abuse on the hot searches had no effect on her at all, if you ignore her red and swollen eyes from crying.
Heartache surged in his heart, Lan Ting'an reached out and hugged the girl, feeling loved for the first time. Li Yulan was strong and didn't know how to give in, Liu Xiyue knew how to give in but betrayed him, Li Qian... she was the product of his drunkenness.
"It's me, it's all me! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered so much!" Lan Ting'an buried his head in the girl's neck, blaming himself constantly.
Lan Ting'an grew up in an environment full of deception. Although the Lan family had a high status in the capital, there was no one around him who could confide in him.
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