I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

"Somebody come!"

The servants and Luqiao and Cuiwei broke into the room.

The sun is shining brightly and the air is steaming.

Many servants and maids gathered at the door, stretched their heads to look into the yard, and saw a burly servant with his bare chest dipping a cowhide whip into a basin of salt water.

Xiao Yu was held down in the open space outside the door by two servants. When she saw the whip, her pretty face was filled with fear.

When the whip was taken out, it was clearly visible that it was covered with barbs.

It is not difficult to imagine how cruel and bloody it was to beat this delicate and weak woman.

The sharp thorns must have pierced through the clothes, stripping away the flesh, and the salt water seeped into the wound, causing him to sweat profusely in an instant, and the pain must have been excruciating. At that time, the blood on his face was gone, and it was twisted violently due to the pain.

The sturdy servant held the dripping whip and let out a breath of foul air. Who made her anger the prince?

Now, we are just waiting for the order from the prince.

The person involved, Ye Zhao, was sitting on a chair outside the corridor, with a soft cushion beneath him, eating the grapes that Luqiao had fed him, and squinting his eyes as he looked towards the courtyard gate.

In the original plot, the cannon fodder scumbag, because of Xiao Yu's words, identified the person who wrote the letter and beat him half to death.

At that time, he was caught by the prince who came here early, which caused his image to plummet.

Roughly speaking, it's time for them to come here.

He glanced at Xiao Yu, who looked particularly pleasant even though he was kneeling. He had a straight back and was neither humble nor arrogant. This unusual attitude was surprising.

Only Ye Zhao knew that the prince liked this type of thing. Xiao Yu was the character he created for him. As a monster, predicting the future was not a problem for him.

Then you can't blame him, he was helping him. As a cannon fodder, it was reasonable for him to assist the protagonist and give him heads. As a scumbag, it was natural for him to do whatever he wanted to attract hatred and push the plot forward.

Ye Zhao suddenly became possessed by his acting spirit and grasped the armrest of the armchair, "Hit me!"

At the command, the strong servant waved the whip high, sweeping away the depression that had accumulated over the past few days. Sure enough, this was the correct way to relieve stress.

Who the hell was he to offend him with such a frivolous and profane tone?

I guess those disgusting and foul-mouthed letters must be related to him!

If he was interested, he could find the essay that Xiao Yu left behind during the assessment and compare it to see if the handwriting was the same as that of that lecher.

So as to find out whether it is the same person.

But once he made up his mind, no one could change it. In the final analysis, it came down to one thing: fight first and talk later.

Even if it’s not, so what?

If he can't get rid of that damp monster behind the scenes, how can he not deal with a lowly concubine?

Maybe that thing is peeping in the dark, which just serves as a warning to others.

A whip fell, and Xiao Yu groaned. The clothes on his back were torn into pieces, and a deep mark appeared on his white skin, and blood gushed out.

As soon as he moved, someone kicked him in the knee and pushed him back.

"Beat him! Beat him to death!"

Feeling unsatisfied, Ye Zhao spat out the grapes and the core, and Lu Qiao quickly caught them on a plate.

Now the grapes in my mouth are not sweet anymore. The protagonist, no, the protagonist, no, the protagonist Lan Yingshuang, if you don’t come, your husband, no, your wife, forget it, your true love is about to be beaten to death!

Hearing his order, the servants did not dare to slack off and actually increased their strength.

Cuiwei saw that it was almost done and hurriedly reminded, "My Lord, I think we should do this for now. Don't forget, the day after tomorrow you will be the Crown Prince..."

"stop!"