When the nephew of King Fan arrived, Mr. Gao didn't show him any kindness, nor did he greet him, merely signaling the guards to begin the punishment.
Two guards pressed Lu Qing to the ground, while another, holding a large stick for the beating, swung it round to strike Lu Qing's body.
With a loud thump, a blood mark immediately appeared on Lu Qing's back through his clothes.
Zhu Yu's heart trembled, and she clenched her hands tightly.
One, two, three... who knows how many...
The blood marks on Lu Qing's body gradually linked into one, making it hard to distinguish how many times he had been hit. The color of the blood seeped through the fabric, turning wetter, making one dread to think how much his body underneath the clothes had been damaged.
Zhu Yu bit her lips, her tears welling up in her eyes, but she fought hard to hold them back, unwilling to let even one drop fall.
