Subjected to family law
"Hmm, what do you mean by that, sister? Is it not Qingyan's fault, but the fault of the current tyrannical king?" Dong Yue's sarcastic voice rang out as she disdainfully glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground.
"On that day, everyone in the imperial city saw this woman rush onto the King's flower boat. Everyone saw this cheap woman being stripped naked and having her legs broken by the King. How can you say it wasn't her fault? Hmph, indeed, what kind of mother gives birth to what kind of daughter!" Mu Leqing crossed his arms, his disdain thickening.
"It's not like that... it's not like that..." Wang Ying waved her hands, wanting to explain.
"Shut up!" Mu Zhihang interrupted Wang Ying's words, turned his head to look at Lan Ya sitting there, with a somewhat ferocious expression: "Come on, pass on the family law!"
Wang Ying's face was as pale as a dead person, her complexion terrified and unrelenting. Next to me, Dong Yemu, Mu Leqing, and those slaves were laughing, this is quite interesting.
A family heirloom, a iron rod as thick as an infant's wrist, with countless iron thorns on it, resembling a wolf-tooth club.
Muzi Hang took over the stick and lifted his foot towards the lower side.
Wang Ying heard this and crawled forward on her knees, holding onto Mu Zhihang's legs: "Master can't do that, Qingyan has injuries on his body, he can't be beaten... Master, I beg of you, if you must beat someone, beat me, his mother..."
"Get out." Mu Zhihang kicked Wang Ying away and walked in front of Lan Ya, his face ferocious and terrifying: "I'll beat you to death, you cheap woman."
"Master, don't!" Wang Ying cried out in tears.
Mu Zhihang didn't expect her to be so unreasonable, and with a swift kick, he kicked Wang Ying to the ground.
A flash of murderous intent flickered in Lan Ya's eyes, and her fingers tightened slightly.
"Old master......" Wang Ying didn't mean to stop and got up again, crying out and grabbing onto Mu Zhihang's leg once more.
"Get out, get out, get out! Today I must beat her to death."
Lan Ya's eyes stared straight at Mu Zhi's navigation, the corners of her mouth twitching, her voice neither light nor heavy: "Counting it up, I am also a direct descendant of Mo Chen Guo Ding Bei Hou."
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes stared straight at Mu Zhihang. Mu Zhihang was so furious that he naturally suspected someone around him of adding fuel to the fire. His head was a bit dizzy, and when he came to his senses, he would never do anything to them.
These past few days, she had also heard Xun Xiang mention Wang Ying's identity. Wang Ying was the daughter of Dingbei Hou of Mochen Country and the main wife of Changyang Jun. If she were to die, someone would definitely investigate, and Mu family's business would be ruined by this responsibility that he couldn't bear!
Mu Zhihang's grip on the club in his hand tightened as he met Lan Ya's gaze, and he suddenly became clear-headed. Wang Ying's identity had always been a thorn in his heart, and Mu Chen Guo Dingbei Hou's forces were not weak.
If this woman dies, their good days will also come to an end.
"Old master, you can't just let it go like this. Even if the prince breaks the law, he should be punished the same as a commoner." Dong Yue saw the hesitant look on Mu Zhihang's face and felt annoyed in her heart. Just because of their status difference, she had endured so much resentment over the years.
"Father, Mother is right. As the King of the North, you can't tolerate ruining the family's reputation like this, even if it's just in front of everyone." Mu Leqing added fuel to the fire.
Mu Zhihang was in a dilemma, not hitting would bring shame to their family, but if he did hit, Wang Yin's noble status and the fact that she had never spoken to Ding Beihou about her grievances over the years made it difficult for him.
If she were to be forced into a corner, she would reveal all that had happened over the years and the Mu family would suffer the consequences.
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