Seeing this, Rong Shiqing finally let go of his heart again.

In fact, Qingqing is just a girl's house. No matter how hard she uses her strength, she doesn't have much strength. Chen's screams so badly must have done it on purpose, just to deceive her mother's eyes.

Moreover, if the servants were asked to beat him, Chen would have to lose half his life. Even if he did it himself, he would not be able to put much water. It would be better to let Qingqing beat him.

After thinking about this, he stopped caring about Chen's family, served the tea and delivered it to the old lady.

The old lady took the teacup, took a sip, and then said weakly: "I have been lying for so long and just woke up. I didn't feel it just now, but now I'm really hungry. Go and make some porridge for me."

Although Rong Shiqing was not at ease with Chen, his mother had instructions, and he did not dare to neglect and hurried out.

As soon as he left, Rong Qingqing put up her sleeves, waved the rattan, and whipped Chen hard.

"Aunt Chen, please bear it. After fifty strokes, I'll beat you five times, and there are still forty-five strokes. I'll try to be lighter." As I spoke, my hands were not vague, and I used my strength to suck Chen to the body. She wanted to let out a vent for the original owner.

Before Chen could react, he was beaten and fell to the ground.

Just as she was about to get up, another dense thrust fell on her back, shoulders, butt, and even her legs were thrust several times. The pain made her grin and was about to call for help, but suddenly aches on her mouth, and the vine actually thrust on her mouth.

In an instant, a smell of blood came from her mouth, and a mouth and a front teeth fell out.

"Ah, sorry, I missed it. I'm already thirty, Aunt Chen holds it up." Rong Qingqing said in panic, his movements were not vague at all.

Chen was so angry that his eyes turned black. He suddenly regretted it. Why did she admit her mistake?

Even if she doesn't admit her mistake and they don't have any evidence, what can they do to her?

Chen regretted it.

And at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed in from outside, accompanied by a sharp scream, "Mom... sister, how can you hit my mother?"

When Rong Qingqing heard this, she knew that Rong Yiyi was back. She was about to swing the rattan towards Chen, but suddenly turned around and thrust heavily on Rong Yiyi who was rushing towards her.

Rong Yiyi never expected that she was still behind her, and the vine turned a corner and sucked on her body.

Without warning, she was thrust directly, and half of her shoulders were numb.

She was stunned and stared at Rong Qingqing in disbelief.

Rong Qingqing didn't seem to have expected to hit her, and she didn't react for a long time, "Yiyi, why did you suddenly rush over?" After that, she hurriedly threw away the rattan in her hand and stepped forward to support her, "Didn't you hurt?"

Rong Yiyi was so painful that she couldn't speak. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she ignored her. Instead, she turned her head and looked out the door, put her hand on her shoulder, and said pitifully: "Your Highness..."

Rong Qingqing followed her gaze and realized that Feng Mo was standing by the door at some point.

He stood in the backlight, his face dark and unobstructed.

However, Rong Qingqing still felt his eyes falling on him.

She seemed to have just reacted and bowed to him, "I have seen the third prince."

Hearing this self-proclaimed, Feng Mo's forehead leaped with blue veins and looked at her in amazement.

It seems that every time she meets, she always surprises him.

Didn’t the moment she waved on Rong Yiyi just now really mean it?

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Chapter completed!