"Oh, how well-behaved is the attitude you should have."
Chu Weiyun waved her hand and walked towards the door.
Mu Yuan could only cheer up and walk out the door.
When passing by Xianglan, Xianglan gently pulled his sleeve and shook her head.
He is still having a fever, very hot to the touch. If he goes out at this time, what if his condition worsens?
Internal injuries, coupled with illness, can kill someone at any time.
She is really scared.
Mu Yuan's eyes fell on her face.
On this small face, two slap marks are clearly visible, and even the corners of the mouth are swollen and congested.
If he stayed, there was no guarantee that Xianglan wouldn't bear all the sins for him.
In the end, Mu Yuan gently pushed Xianglan away and followed Chu Weiyun.
Xianglan was anxious and wanted to follow him, keeping an eye on the situation of the young village leader.
He was also afraid that if Chu Weiyun saw him, even the young leader of the village would be dragged down by him.
He had no choice but to wait until they left the yard and then follow them from a distance, just in case anything happened to the young village leader.
Chu Weiyun wanted to ride a horse, so she ordered Mu Yuan to hold the horse for her.
As she expected, when she was leaving the house, she met Chu Qingge who was returning from collecting herbs.
Chu Weiyun curled her thin lips and suddenly raised her hand in front of Chu Qingge.
With a snap, the whip fell on Mu Yuan's body.
Mu Yuan, who was caught off guard, frowned and stumbled, almost losing his balance.
Chu Weiyun thought that Qingge would be angry and conflict with her, but she didn't expect that when the other party saw Mu Yuan being beaten, he didn't even move his eyebrows.
Still holding her herbs, she walked toward the yard with her two servants.
Chu Weiyun couldn't react. Could it be that this bitch really didn't care about Mu Yuan at all?
She doesn't believe it!
He raised his hand again and struck Mu Yuan's back with the whip.
Mu Yuan's back was already injured. After being whipped several times by her, the wound was torn open and blood seeped out from the clothes on his back.
Even the guards and maids following Chu Weiyun felt a little unbearable.
Chu Qingge finally stopped when she raised her hand again after the seventh lashing.
Turning around, she walked to Chu Weiyun's horse and said expressionlessly: "Does it make sense? He is yours. If he dies or is injured, it is also your loss."
"Oh, seeing you in pain makes sense, otherwise why would I take this dog out so early in the morning?"
dog!
In her eyes, Mu Yuan is just a dog.
Mu Yuan coughed twice, and all he coughed up was blood.
But he just raised his sleeves and wiped them off casually, as if he didn't care at all.
Even if His Highness called him a dog, he didn't seem to care.
The face beneath the mask had no expression at all.
It's just that it's as pale as paper, a bit scary.
"Do you think I will really feel uncomfortable?" Chu Qingge smiled and shook her head, looking at Chu Weiyun as if she was looking at an idiot.
"He betrayed me, and I will never show mercy to anyone who betrays me."
She stretched out her hand, and in her snow-white hand, she held a packet of medicinal powder.
"Would you like to try this on him?"
Chu Weiyun frowned: "What the hell?"
"If this powder is applied to a wound, it will make the pain worse. It will be several times more painful than a normal injury."
Qingge took a step forward and handed the package of medicine directly to Chu Weiyun.
The snow-white hands and the dark medicinal powder formed a sharp contrast.
"How about it? If you want to be ruthless, then be more ruthless and teach this traitor a lesson for me, do you dare?"
