Who cares about belated family affection? Family members beg for forgiveness

Lan Kexin asked the maid to go outside to find a thinner whip.

When a person is hit, only the skin will hurt, without injuring the bones.

Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.

Song Bowen asked, "Miss Lan, you're treating a child with a whip instead of medicine?"

Lan Kexin nodded with a smile, revealing her standard eight teeth, and showed them to Song Ye.

"Mr. Song is right. My medicine is a whip. Mr. Song, do you think this medicine is good? Don't worry, it won't be a bitter medicine for you."

Lan Kexin raised her eyes and looked at Song Bowen:

"Master Song, do you still need me to treat you? Think carefully. Once I start, there will be no turning back, unless you want him to be speechless for the rest of his life."

Lan Kexin deliberately emphasized the words "no need to speak".

Song Bowen hardened his heart and gritted his teeth: "Okay, you treat it, we won't stop you."

Lan Kexin smiled: "Even if it takes half his life, you won't stop it?"

Mrs. Lin's tears fell down.

So far, she has only this one son.

If she fell and got a little skin broken, she would feel very distressed.

How could she bear to treat the disease like this now?

"Let's not treat it, okay? If you can't speak, then don't speak..."

Song Bowen directly retorted angrily:

"What do you mean by incurable? You must treat it. You've been seeking medical help everywhere. Now you're going back on your word. Will you still seek medical help in the future?"

Song Bowen held his wife's head in his arms to prevent her from seeing it.

"Miss Lan, just let go and heal!"

Lan Kexin simply ignored the painful expression on Mrs. Song's face.

Staring at Song Ye, he said, "Young Master Song, are you willing to speak now, or are you willing to let me whip you?"

Song Ye's eyes showed fear, his lips were tightly pursed, but he never uttered a word.

Lan Kexin swung the whip in her own hand:

"You don't want to say it, right? Then I won't be polite!"

When he saw Lan Kexin's hand about to move, Song Ye ran out.

Xuan Yi was prepared and grabbed Song Ye with one hand.

Lan Kexin slapped the ground hard, and there was a "swish" sound.

The sound reached everyone's ears, and everyone instinctively shrank their necks.

If this whip hits someone, wouldn't it be extremely painful?

"Young Master Song, are you sure you don't want to speak?"

Seeing that he was still stubborn, Lan Kexin no longer hesitated and whipped Young Master Song's legs directly.

It's summer now and the clothes are thin, so it's natural to feel pain.

Young Master Song gritted his teeth stubbornly and didn't say a word.

She just looked at her father and mother with tears in her eyes.

He is so stubborn, and still so young.

Lan Kexin admired his resilience very much. A person like him would definitely be a ruthless person in the future.

Lan Kexin whipped him again without hesitation.

After three consecutive whippings, Young Master Song just shed tears and was very stubborn.

The other maids and servants wanted to rush forward, but were all stopped by the secret guards.

Mrs. Song wanted to struggle out of Song Bowen's arms, but Song Bowen held her down tightly.

Song Bowen couldn't bear it, so he blocked Mrs. Song's ears and watched it all.

Linzhou was the funniest. When he saw Song Ye being beaten, his legs subconsciously shrank up and he hugged his legs tightly in his arms.

He was afraid that Lan Kexin's whip would not be effective and would hit him.

Lin Xi and Mrs. Lin closed their eyes and blocked their ears, not daring to look or hear.

Minister Lin also looked at Lan Kexin in astonishment.

Is this how a girl should behave?

How come he had never heard of such a powerful and therapeutic method?

Don't hurt Young Master Song.

The calmest person in the main hall was the Sixth Prince.

The corners of his mouth just twitched, and he looked at Lan Kexin with a smile in his eyes.

Song Ye still stared at Lan Kexin stubbornly. Since no one would save him, he would fight the girl in front of him to the end.

Lan Kexin raised her eyebrows, looking as if she had suddenly realized something.

"Oh! Young Master Song, you think my whip isn't painful enough? Since you're unwilling to speak, I'll add some more ingredients.

From now on, I will make sure your legs are completely closed like your mouth, and that your maids will carry you around when you move around."

She pulled out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve, sprinkled the powder on the whip, and threatened with a smile:

"Think carefully! If you don't speak up, once this whip hits you, the drug will quickly absorb into your bloodstream, and you won't be able to walk anymore!"

Lan Kexin raised the whip and whipped Song Ye again.

As a result, Song Ye’s legs were not hit yet.

Song Ye screamed: "Daddy, Mommy, save Ye'er, Ye'er doesn't want to be a cripple..."

Song Ye cried and shouted, each word he spoke was so complete, without any stumbling.

Lan Kexin laughed and threw the whip far away, as if the whip was contagious.

Everyone watched this scene in silence.

The expression on Song Bowen's face was the most interesting.

The corners of his mouth and eyes twitched violently, and there was a happy smile and a helpless expression on his face.

I don’t know what he really wants to express?

He has already sent Mrs. Song away.

As soon as Song Ye was free, he ignored the pain in his legs and rushed towards Mrs. Song.

Holding Madam Song's legs, he said, "Mom, mom, hold Ye'er. Don't let Ye'er get beaten. It hurts."

When Mrs. Song heard this, she felt extremely distressed.

He picked up his son directly.

But Song Bowen pulled him hard and dropped him to the ground.

"Standing, what are you hugging? How old are you? Are you finally willing to speak?!"

Then he looked at Song Ye's legs and said, "If you let someone hold you again in the future, I'll ask Miss Lan to give you a good treatment."

Song Ye stood up straight with his legs: "I don't dare to ask my mother to hold me anymore. From now on, I will walk by myself. From now on, I will walk."

At this point, everyone understood why Song Ye couldn't speak.

At the same time, they all looked at Lan Kexin in astonishment.

Linzhou was the first to jump out and ask:

"Miss Lan, how do you know that's why he can't speak?"

Lan Kexin glanced at him:

"I also know why you are so ignorant. Do you want me to treat you?"

Thinking of Lan Kexin's terror, Lin Zhou immediately retorted:

"I'm not unlearned, I'm very hardworking. If you don't believe me, ask my servant. I read every day and I have to take the imperial examination next year. Don't listen to other people's nonsense."

Linzhou was afraid that Lan Kexin would do something reckless, so he slipped away in an instant.

"Father, Mother, I'm going back to my study now. Don't call me if there's nothing else to do."

Although Song Bowen and his wife felt sorry for their son being beaten.

However, they felt that they deserved the beating and it was worth it.

The two of them bowed to Lan Kexin repeatedly to express their gratitude.

That sincerity was quite sufficient, seeing the smile on Lan Kexin's face.

Mrs. Song felt a little embarrassed.

"It seems that I have spoiled this child too much. From now on, I will never spoil him again. Miss Lan, you must go to the Taifu Mansion whenever you have time."

Lan Kexin glanced at Song Ye with amusement: "Young Master Song, are you welcome?"