Murong Jingwan struggled to wash the clothes in front of her. The skin on her hands had been broken due to being soaked in water, and there was a trace of blood oozing out.
Because of Xuan Ningxuan's instructions, all the maids in the laundry room targeted her.
She washed the most clothes. If she couldn't wash the clothes well, she wasn't allowed to eat. After staying in the laundry room for three days, Murong Jingwan only had three meals, and it was porridge and soup that she could even count the rice.
As footsteps approached, Murong Jingwan slowly raised her head, and when she saw the leader, Murong Jingwan couldn't help but frown.
"Murong Jingwan, did you wash these clothes?" Aunt Li threw the ruined clothes on Murong Jingwan's body.
Murong Jingwan slowly stood up and looked at Nanny Li.
"I didn't wash these clothes." Murong Jingwan said neither humble nor overbearing, but she knew in her heart that she would definitely be punished again this time.
"This dress belongs to the prince. It depends on how you tell the prince. The prince is waiting for you in the garden." With a look of disdain on her face, Grandma Li grabbed Murong Jingwan's hand and walked towards the garden.
Murong Jingwan's aura became increasingly disordered as she stumbled behind Grandma Li.
Coming to the garden, Xuan Ningxuan was sitting comfortably under the shade of a tree. Not only was there a maid waiting on her, but the stone table was filled with rich fruits. The maid was carefully removing the grape skins and then feeding the grapes one by one.
In Xuan Ningxuan's mouth.
"I heard that you ruined my clothes?" Xuan Ningxuan narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Jingwan is willing to be punished." Murong Jingwan said as always, asking her to beg for mercy, but she couldn't do it.
"You are so willing to be punished. Come here and give this woman fifty canons." Xuan Ningxuan ordered coldly.
The maids around her were trembling all over and looked at Murong Jingwan with pity.
Fifty strokes with the rod. With Murong Jingwan's body, I'm afraid she would be dead in less than thirty years.
I originally thought that Murong Jingwan would beg for mercy, but Xuan Ningxuan was disappointed again. There was not even a trace of fear in Murong Jingwan's eyes.
"Don't take action yet." Xuan Ningxuan said loudly to the attendants around him.
Seeing the follower slowly walking towards her with a thick stick, Murong Jingwan gently closed her eyes.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her leg, and Murong Jingwan fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Soon there was the sound of a stick hitting flesh. Murong Jingwan bit her lower lip, not wanting to make any sound.
