Mrs. Jiang was angered by Aunt Yin... Aunt Yin didn't want to be stubborn and loyal? Isn't the concubine a talented man and one of the four outstanding figures in the capital?

She chose not to save face for the mother and son.

Every blow of the whip could fly away a piece of Aunt Yin's clothes. Jiang was particularly skillful in her skills. Aunt Yin was not completely naked, but the broken clothes could not block Aunt Yin's unique charm and delicate skin and tender flesh.

The male servants serving in the main courtyard all lowered their heads, but most of them quietly glanced at the fourth master's beloved concubine. No wonder the fourth master dotes on Aunt Yin, her body is really seductive and makes people think.

It wasn't until Fourth Master came over to stop Mr. Jiang that the male servants' knees weakened and they knelt on the ground, not daring to peek at the bullying and beautiful Aunt Yin. Only today did they know that if the woman had whip marks on her body... what would happen?

Let the man's blood flow and feel the pleasure of conquest or abuse.

"You stopped me for her?"

"Madam... don't make any more trouble."

The wound on Wang Yixin's forehead destroyed his immortal temperament. Jiang remembered that the wound on Wang Yixin's forehead was caused by himself, and felt a little distressed. If a scar was left, his appearance would no longer be flawless.

Jiang's arms slowly lowered, and the three-foot-long whip hung slightly to the ground, "I'll give Fourth Master face, and that's it for today."

Wang Yixin took off the coat he was wearing, covered Aunt Yin's body, wrapped her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Qingqing, I'm late."

"Fourth Master..." Aunt Yin almost bit her lip and sobbed: "I have no shame in living anymore."

Wang Duanhan had just seen his biological mother's body, and everyone present had seen it. He lowered his head in grief and anger, ashamed and ashamed... Jiang's whip brought Wang Duanhan, who had been on a smooth journey, an unbearable shame and humiliation!

If outsiders find out about this, Wang Duanhan will no longer have the face to claim to be a talented man.

Aunt Yin glanced at Wang Yixin for the last time with watery eyes and determination, "Just let me die. If I go, it will be good for everyone..."

Sensing the determination of his beloved woman to seek death and keep her integrity, Wang Yixin's hot feelings hidden in the darkness and deep in his heart burst out, and he stopped her and persuaded her: "It's not your fault for this."

Even if Jiang was not emotionally enlightened, she still noticed the difference between Wang Yixin and Aunt Yin. Wang Zhiyao's words when they were at Fenghua Valley Village echoed in her ears. Jiang's arm holding the whip trembled and she could hardly hold it steady.

whip.

Even if she doubted Wang Yixin's intentions, Ms. Jiang did not want to think too poorly of her husband, whom she had admired for more than ten years. She always thought that her daughter would misunderstand her husband too much...

Wang Yixin and Aunt Yin are like a pair of lovers separated by life and death, their deep affection piercing their eyes.

Wang Zhiyao wetted her eyes, feeling heartbroken for Mr. Jiang and her previous life.

She took advantage of the situation to arrange all this. She just wanted Jiang to recognize Wang Yixin's true face, but the result of this drama was bitter for their mother and daughter.

"mother."

Wang Zhiyao quickly ran to Mrs. Jiang and held her cold hand. No matter how painful it was, Wang Zhiyao would uncover the hypocrisy that was blocking Ms. Jiang's eyes and cut out the cancer of true love!

She couldn't watch the Jiang family come to a miserable end, and she couldn't let Wang Yixin deceive the Jiang family for the rest of her life.

"Why are father and Aunt Yin hugging each other? You seem to be lovers who are forced to separate due to oppression in the opera... Is father rehearsing a new play?"

"No." Wang Yixin denied it. His arm that he wanted to take back was tightly held by Aunt Yin, and he said with a straight face: "How dare you compare my father to an actor?"

Wang Zhi said with a smile: "The actor is just performing on the stage. At least there is a real person in the audience. What about you? To whom is it true and to whom is it false? Do you dare to say it? I think Aunt Yin cares about you very much."

As a woman who is also a man, Mrs. Jiang could see the pride in Aunt Yin's eyebrows.

Aunt Yin nestled tightly in Wang Yixin's arms, her eyebrows slightly raised, as if to show off to Mr. Jiang, I have a fourth master, do you?

Jiang was so filled with hatred that she waved her whip again: "Bitch!"

Angry, Mrs. Jiang couldn't control the direction of the whip. Maybe she also resented Wang Yixin for protecting Aunt Yin. The whip that was originally aimed at Aunt Yin changed its direction and hit Wang Yixin's body, with a red and swollen whip mark running through it.

His face was reviled.

Wang Yixin looked at Jiang in disbelief. How dare she slap herself?

Jiang closed her eyes, feeling regret, pain, and a hint of relief.

The old lady Wen Shi directly threw the heater in her hand at Jiang Shi, and shouted loudly: "You want to destroy my son?"

Wang Zhiyao was well prepared, blocking the heater that was attacking Mr. Jiang, protecting her in front of Mr. Jiang who was obviously not in a good state, and counterattacked: "Shouldn't grandma blame my father? If he hadn't protected Aunt Yin, how could she have been hurt by her mother?

arrive?"

"There are no such rules in the Wang family. If the concubine is punished, the male master will block the whip!"

"..."

The old lady Wen Shi was like a quail whose throat was pinched. It took a long time before she took a breath and looked at Wang Zhiyao with a complicated expression, "Seventh girl, the person who was beaten is your father!"

"If it wasn't an 'accident', would he, who was protecting his beloved concubine, be qualified to be the banished immortal of Guanwenhou Mansion? Aren't people saying that he has the legacy of a noble family? In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the husband of the Wang Xie family was also like a father?

"

"Why is it different from how I can read history books and memorize the Wang family's mottos?"

Wang Zhiyao's words made Wenshi and others even more embarrassed. Nalanshi supported Wenshi and whispered: "It was an accident."

Marquis Guanwen now relies on the "nobility of his ancestors" to gain a foothold in the court. Once this matter spreads, Wang Yixin and the Wang family will definitely be discredited.

He didn't dare to protect his concubine from the whip openly, and he didn't give his wife face in public.

Wen took a deep breath of air-conditioning and shouted: "Fourth brother, come inside!"

Wang Yixin turned a deaf ear to Wen's words. Jiang, she shed tears, would she cry too? She was the one who got whipped...why did she not only feel angry but also vaguely guilty?

"Wang Yixin!"

Wen took the hand stove from his eldest daughter-in-law Nalan's hand and threw it at her son. She scolded her son sternly: "Look at the good things you have done! Why would you go to your concubine if nothing happens? Don't you want to live a good life?"

Already?"

Wang Zhiyao had no interest in blocking the fire for Wang Yixin. Seeing Wang Yixin being smashed with coals and listening to Wen's godson roaring at the top of his lungs, she felt extremely satisfied. As long as Jiang could figure it out, the hypocrisy of the Wang family could be broken.

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Being filial and not disobeying parents is also one of Wang Yixin's "good virtues".

Even though he had all kinds of grievances, he still had to kneel upright in front of Mrs. Wen and listen to the instruction, "Mom, calm down, don't get so angry."

After scolding Wang Yixin, the old lady Wen Shi gasped: "You traitor, why don't you ask your wife to accompany you? Fourth son, you must remember that wives and concubines are not the same. The ancestral motto of the Wang family is that a concubine is a bad concubine.

Plaything slave."

Aunt Yin was hit by the word "plaything" and she collapsed on the ground. Wang Duanhan couldn't even lift his head. His blood-stained fingertips were tightly clasped on the ground. What if his biological mother was no longer a concubine?

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