Although Ji Pan was reasonable, she would not educate her son in front of others. She held Ma Weibo's hand and sighed. She turned her head and said to Old Madam Ji,
"Mother, since everything is clear, let her go back. It's not her fault. Weibo is too naughty. It's not a big deal when kids fight. Besides, she didn't do it on purpose."
Ji Pan was angry when her son was beaten. However, she was modest and did not like to make things difficult for others. She deliberately scolded her son so that Old Madam would not pursue the matter further.
"You didn't do it on purpose. Weibo's legs are black and blue. He can't even walk properly. As his mother, you don't feel sorry for him!" Old Madam Ji's tone showed that she was not willing to forgive Yu Shu.
"Weibo, come and sit here. Your mother doesn't feel sorry for you, but I do. There's no reason for you to be beaten by a servant for nothing. Humph."
Old people usually shielded their children. In front of Old Madam Ji, Ma Weibo was at most a naughty child. Although Ma Weibo admitted that he led people to beat Yu Xiaoxiu first, in Old Madam Ji's heart, the one who was wrong was Yu Shu who dared to beat her grandson.
One was the only son of her youngest daughter, and the other was a wild girl who was not related by blood at all. It was not reasonable for them to be close to each other.
Of course, Yu Shu knew this. Old Madam Ji did not ask her to explain who was right and who was wrong, but to help her grandson vent her anger.
If she could vent her anger, it would be fine. But if she couldn't, Old Madam Ji would definitely remember this. She might let it go today, but if anything happened, she would be punished even more severely.
Old Madam Ji was ruthless to lock a little girl in the ancestral hall without food for three days until she suffocated to death.
Secretly looking up at Old Madam Ji family who was holding Ma Weibo in front of her, Yu Shu rubbed her left thumb and middle finger. She lowered her head and said sincerely,
"Matriarch, great aunt, I know that hitting people is wrong, and hurting young master is even more wrong. Matriarch, please punish me, so that I will remember this and not make the same mistake again."
Ji Pan was not the only one who was surprised. Matriarch Ji was also puzzled. She had seen people begging for mercy, but it was rare to see someone asking to be beaten.
She had quite a good impression of Yu Shu. After all, not too long ago, this wild girl had broken one of her Si Er's protective jade pieces. She had locked her up for a few days. At that time, she had felt that this girl did not know how to behave properly and was annoying. Looking at her again today, she felt that this child was a little different from that day.
As for Yu Shu's change, Old Madam did not think too much about it. She thought that the punishment last time had taught Yu Shu enough and taught her manners, so she said bluntly,
"Since you know it's wrong, then there's no reason for you not to be punished. Our Ji family is a big family with a big business. Everything has to be done according to the rules. Men, go get the rattan."
"Mother." Ji Pan called out, wanting to stop her, but Matriarch Ji ignored her. There were servants outside the door, so she wouldn't go against Matriarch Ji's wishes. She ran away, and not long after, returned with a rattan.
"Matriarch Bing, here is the rattan."
"Hit man, 20 times." Old Lady Ji was expressionless.
"Yes."
Yu Shu looked sideways and saw someone walking forward with a rattan in his hand. The green rattan was two feet long and as thick as two fingers. She could not help swallowing when she saw it, but she still stretched out her arms with her palms facing up, waiting to be hit.
"Pa!"
Obviously, she had misunderstood the hitman's intention. The first strike didn't land on her palm, but on her forearm. The strength of the strike was just right. Even though she was mentally prepared, Yu Shu still gritted her teeth in pain. Before she could close her mouth, the second strike came.
"Pa!"
It was not that she had never been hit before. She still remembered that when she graduated from junior high school, she was admitted to the high school with the highest admission rate in the city. Half of the students in that school were admitted because of their connections and high fees. All of them came from rich families and the atmosphere of competition among students was very serious.
She was a child from a poor family and was very competitive. Not long after entering school, she became the target of bullying. The teachers in the school turned a blind eye. She was in her rebellious phase, and for a moment, she lost her mind. She hung out with a few delinquents who played truant and got into fights. Later, she accidentally broke one of their legs. The school was so angry that they called the police. Only then did her parents know that she had learned to be bad.
Her parents bowed and apologized to the other party's parents at the police station. In order to let them not pursue her responsibility, her father, who was very proud, slapped himself more than ten times in front of everyone in the house. He said that he did not teach his child well and that his face was swollen. The other party's parents could not stand it anymore and agreed to the police's mediation. The school also agreed to stay in the school and not expel her. Her parents paid for the other party's expensive medical expenses. When she returned home in the middle of the night, her father beat her for the first time. A faded old belt cracked open her back. If it was not for Yu Lei crying and begging for mercy for her, and her mother stopping him, her father might have accidentally killed her that night.
Until now, she could still clearly remember the feeling of the belt on her back. It wasn't pain, it was a burning numbness in her heart. She still remembered that day when she cried so hard that her tears and snot stuck together. It wasn't pain, it was because she saw her father's swollen cheeks.
"Pa!"
After a short period of memory, the twenty rattans also finished the last hit. Her clothes were made of coarse cloth and wear-resistant. It was not torn or torn, but Yu Shu knew that under the sleeves, her white and tender little arms must have been bruised. Cold sweat slid down her forehead to the tip of her nose, and her hands were trembling slightly. But before Old Lady Ji said anything, she did not put it down.
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