"BOSS, the second master's bodyguard just tried to secretly take Master Hui away from the villa, but I overpowered him."
"good."
Ji Xinghui was rescued by bodyguards within a few hours last night. He was a grown man, and his minor injury was treated in time, so it was not serious at all to him.
Ji Yuting had long known that he was faking it.
"Second uncle, what do you think should be the punishment?"
Ji Yong softened his tone, "Xinghui is just ignorant. Fortunately, Yu Ting doesn't have any big problems with you. How about a small punishment but a big warning, and let me take him back and slap him with thirty vines?"
"dad!"
Ji Xinghui was very dissatisfied.
Why should he be punished? He just had bad luck.
I just regret that the bullet failed to hit Ji Yuting's heart or head this time!
Shengge had heard that the Ji family was a traditional big family with strict family laws, but she had no idea about the thirty vines Ji Yong was talking about. She was here to watch the show anyway.
Ji Yuting did not answer Ji Yong's words, his face was gloomy and cold, obviously he was too dissatisfied.
Si Nian said for him, "Second Master, are you a little too protective of your shortcomings? If I hadn't been lucky this time, I'm afraid the position of the person in charge would have changed hands. What I mean is, I'll give you ten lashes for this matter."
Whip, forget it."
"Training?" Ji Xinghui gritted his teeth with hatred, "You Ji Yuting are still alive and well, but you want half of my life. Isn't it too much!"
Ji Yuting's eyes were cold and stern, and he added casually, "You should be glad that I'm not dead, otherwise it would be more than just ten lashes. If you say another nonsense, I'll get five more lashes."
Uncle Li was the whip bearer of the ancestral hall. He helped Mr. Ji back to his room and just returned to the ancestral hall.
Now Ji Xinghui can't be relied on.
The Ji family had to take off their shirts when being whipped.
Shengge was still sitting on Ji Yuting's lap.
He patted her waist gently, but looked at Si Nian, "You take Shengsheng out first, I will come back later."
"yes."
Shengge protested, "If I don't leave, do I have to take off my clothes and beat him? His figure is definitely not as good-looking as yours, and I don't care to look at him, but I want to see with my own eyes how miserable he will end up!"
In addition to this reason, Si Nian also told her that Ji Yuting received twenty whippings from the Ji family for her six months ago, and she was very curious about how powerful this family method was.
Ji Yuting said nothing.
Shengge hugged his arm and muttered coquettishly, "Brother Yu is the best, you believe me!"
Ji Yuting couldn't stand her soft voice at all, so he compromised.
Ji Xinghui was forced to kneel in the open space in the middle of the ancestral hall, exposing his lean back. Before he even started, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, as if he was afraid of the whipping thing to the core.
Ji Yong couldn't bear to see his son being beaten, but Uncle Li's arrival showed that the old man acquiesced. He could only sit and watch, unable to do anything.
Uncle Li took out the training whip from the sandalwood square box with both hands. He first bowed to the ancestors of the Ji family, then bowed to Ji Xinghui, "Master Hui is offended."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the flesh of Ji Xinghui's back was severely torn open with a bloody streak.
Because he was so thin, every whip seemed to hit his bones, causing blood to drip from his body, and the scene was horrifying.
Ji Xinghui could resist two whippings at first, but by the fifth whipping, the pain was unbearable. He wailed and rolled around, screaming repeatedly. He showed no dignity or dignity. The severe pain on his back made him even more heartbroken.
Ji Yuting's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold-blooded, and he sent someone to restrain his shoulders.
When the eighth lash was struck, Ji Xinghui fainted from the pain on the spot.
Ji Yuting had someone pour cold water on him to wake him up, and Uncle Li slapped him with the last two whips without mercy.
Ji Xinghui's face turned pale and he fainted completely. In the end, Ji Yong asked the bodyguard to carry him away. It was only ten lashes. His back was divided into small diamond-shaped pieces, and the skin and flesh were torn. It was unbearable to look at it.
Shengge watched quietly, calm on the surface, but actually in a turmoil inside.
With such an intuitive visual experience, she truly felt how terrifying the Ji family's whipping was.
What suffocated her the most was that Ji Xinghui's back was so injured after being whipped ten times that she lost half of her life.
Her royal brother had endured twice as many whips as Ji Xinghui with burns, and he still managed to walk back to the Bay Villa with her afterwards.