There's nothing wrong with liking someone, but it's wrong for Xiang Zhou to drag her into this mess just because he wanted to get her.
Ye Qingxue stood up, turned her back, and refused to look at Xiang Zhou again. She said coldly, "Dongbai, give him fifty-three lashes. If he survives, he's lucky. If he dies, he deserves to die here today."
Xiang Zhou felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his pupils suddenly contracted. He remembered the number fifty-three.
There was a temple in Jingzhou with fifty-three steps. When he was ten years old, he fell seriously ill with a high fever that wouldn't go down. His parents cried, thinking he wouldn't survive.
Upon learning this, Ye Qingxue knelt up the temple steps, kneeling and kowtowing with each step, fifty-three steps, fifty-three kowtows in total.
She was so small that she bumped her forehead and scraped it.
She genuinely considered him a friend, but he wanted to drag her into trouble.
When Madam Zhou led everyone through the gate, what she saw was Dong Bai wielding a whip, beating Xiang Zhou until he was on the verge of death, his skin torn and bleeding.
Ye Qingxue stood to the side, watching coldly, her young face showing no emotion whatsoever.
Blood, the whole room was covered in blood, and Ye Yabing lay unconscious on the ground, her face a bloody mess, unrecognizable.
Granny Hu gasped. Was the second young lady's face covered in blood, or was she disfigured?
It should just be blood on her face, how could Ye Qingxue dare to ruin her appearance?
Beside Ye Yabing lay a corpse. When Hu Mama went to look, she saw it was Lai Mama, whose eyes were open. Hu Mama touched Lai Mama's nostrils, but there was no sign of life. The corpse was slowly cooling down.
The boudoir of the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion was now like a sea of blood, a shocking and terrifying sight.
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