The evil sister is in charge, and the mother is getting married

Chapter 257 Thirty thousand taels, no bargaining

You must know that once Grand Tutor Qiao throws a tantrum, even the late emperor couldn't control this old man. If he really goes to the palace to file a complaint, their whole family will be finished!
"So how will you be punished? How many strokes of the cane? How many strokes will your son receive?"

"And what about compensation for my emotional distress? How much money exactly should I be compensated?"

Sheng Wanqiu didn't even look at Lu Zhi's dark face, and directly asked the question. Lu Zhi was speechless, because he knew that if he or his son weren't punished, it would be difficult to end the matter!

"Ten thousand taels of silver, Miss Sheng, is that alright?" Zheng Mei said through gritted teeth. She really didn't expect to be defeated by such a young girl. This was the highest price she could offer.

"Thirty thousand taels, no bargaining. You know my daughter was almost injured, isn't this the right amount you should give? Let me tell you, I won't agree to anything less than this!"

"And what about the hundred lashes? Should it be used on you, or on your son? Or should it be split in half?"

Qiao Wenyuan said with great pride that he was giving face to Prince Wu'an by not making an exorbitant demand. After all, they were old colleagues who had worked together for many years, so he had to give them some respect.

Lu Zhi was already feeling extremely upset, mainly because his son and daughter-in-law hadn't said a word. As the head of the family, if he didn't speak up at this time, he would definitely be looked down upon even more.

Zheng Mei pursed her lips and her eyes darted around. After all, her son was her own flesh and blood. Even fifty lashes wouldn't be enough for her precious son.

"Fine! I'll pay the money, but you can give me a hundred lashes!" Lu Zhi felt sullen, mainly because his wife and son were silent. As the head of the family, if he didn't stand up at this time, wouldn't he become a laughing stock? So he stepped forward!

"Very good! Kids, get to work!" Qiao Wenyuan didn't care about Lu Zhi's dark face at all. Anyway, this kid deserved a beating. He dared to lay a knife on his precious little daughter. He had to be taught a lesson.

As the saying goes, "If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault." This time, he must be taught a lesson.

"He Xi, Gui Qing, you two get to work and make sure you get those hundred blows solid!" Qiao Wenyuan called to his two martial arts-skilled grandsons to get started.

It wasn't until Lu Zhi was pinned down on the bench by the two men that Lu Chuxue seized the opportunity to kneel down in front of Qiao Wenyuan and Sheng Wanqiu.

"I beg you, Grand Tutor Qiao and Miss Sheng, to show mercy. I know it's a bit unreasonable of me to say this now, but I can't just stand by and watch my father be beaten a hundred times. I just want to ask you two to reduce the number of blows. I beg you!"

Then Lu Chuxue started kowtowing to the two of them repeatedly. And it has to be said that Lu Chuxue really used her strength. You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. She had timed it perfectly. She just wanted to make her father disappointed in her brother.

Don't think she didn't see the disappointment in her father's eyes when he looked at her mother and brother. This time she's determined to get back at him. If her father shows her more affection in the future, she refuses to believe she can't compare to this useless brother.

Sheng Wanqiu glanced at Lu Shuxue, giving her a meaningful look. She could tell that her younger sister Shuxue had some ulterior motives; after all, she hadn't heard her beg for mercy earlier, especially when she was about to hit Lu Rui—her eyes even held a hint of excitement. Lu Shuxue looked at Lu Chuxue, who was kowtowing, and then at Lu Zhi, who was almost in tears with emotion. She nodded to Sheng Wanqiu. This girl really put on an act. No matter what, she couldn't do something like that, kowtowing so vigorously.

Moreover, she felt that Lu Chuxue's level was many times higher than her stupid brother's. If the two of them started fighting each other, hehe, that would definitely be very interesting.

"Alright, stop kowtowing. Considering your filial piety, I'll spare you twenty strokes!"

"It's definitely better to have a daughter. Unlike some people, who act like a coward when they cause trouble and push their fathers out to take the blame. They're such useless people!"

When Sheng Wanqiu tugged at Qiao Wenyuan's sleeve, he knew what the little girl meant. This old man was shrewd; surely the young one could figure it out while he, the old one, couldn't!
Lu Chuxue immediately stopped kowtowing, wishing she could shout in her heart, "Grand Tutor Qiao, if you can talk, please talk more, I beg you!"

"Let's get started! We're waiting to go home for dinner!"

Qiao Wenyuan glanced at Lu Chuxue, who had stopped immediately after he told her to give her twenty fewer lashes. Looking at her red, swollen, and bruised forehead, he knew that this girl was a tough character, at least stronger than that good-for-nothing Lu Rui.

The three Jiangs and two Yus immediately started fighting. They had been rubbing their hands together for a while and were just waiting to show their skills!
After the first blow, Lu Zhi's face darkened eight shades. He cursed inwardly that these two little beasts were really going all out and trying to beat him to death!
Then came the second, third, and fourth blows, each one landing squarely on the skin; the two were focused on delivering a truly powerful blow.

Zheng Mei felt both heartbroken and relieved. Luckily, it wasn't her precious son who was hit, otherwise he would definitely be dead. At least her husband practiced martial arts and his body could definitely withstand it.

Lu Rui was so scared he felt like he was going to die. Looking at his father's buttocks, which were gradually bleeding, he felt as if his own buttocks had been ripped open with a knife. Luckily, it wasn't him who was being hit. If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand ten blows before kicking the bucket.

Lu Chuxue truly embodied what it means to be a filial daughter, burying her face in Lu Zhi's shoulder and crying so pitifully that it evoked pity in me.

Seeing Sheng Wanqiu and Lu Shuxue looking at each other with expressions like old people looking at their phones on the subway, I thought to myself, they really are good at acting, true acting talents.

Lu Zhi was, after all, a military officer, and he had his pride. He didn't cry out, only making muffled groans. But at first, he gritted his teeth and groaned, but then he started trembling and moaning. You could imagine how much pain he was in.

Qiao Wenyuan winked at his two grandsons who were about to strike, and the two understood. Okay, they'll go easy on them after the fifty strokes.

As she listened to the three Jiangs and two Yus waving their wooden sticks, taking turns striking, Sheng Wanqiu's mind automatically played a loop of lines from a skit she had watched on the Spring Festival Gala one year: "Eighty, eighty, eighty!"

By the end, Lu Zhi had become numb. Listening to his daughter's cries, he felt as if he were really going to die. His daughter had even started crying at his grave.

Turning my head, I saw the mother and son standing to the side, still crying and wailing. I felt incredibly sad. At least his daughter knew to plead for him, kowtowing loudly. But when I saw the mother and son, all they said was nice words, and they didn't do anything practical. It was truly disheartening!