On our wedding night, my wife acted strangely.

Chapter 38 The Son's Debts Are Paid by the Father

I may be angry, but how can a father not save his son?

Moreover, Qian Duoduo is the only son in the family, and absolutely cannot be lost.

Qian Deguang walked up to Lin Yi and bowed again. "I beg Your Highness to spare my son's life, considering that my father and the old prince fought on the battlefield. I will certainly educate him properly when I get back."

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Since you put it that way, then I will spare his life today."

Qian Deguang felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and repeatedly bowed and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Your Highness..."

"However..." Lin Yi paused.

Qian Deguang's heart skipped a beat again.

Lin Yi pointed at the several dazed young masters on the ground and said, "They may be spared the death penalty, but they can't escape punishment. They've all been slapped twenty times, except for your son. What do you suggest we do about that?"

"What?!" Qian Deguang's eyes widened. "Your Highness, our two families share the same lineage. Even if we have political differences now, you can't push your luck like this!"

"Come on, you've got to come on." The fat man swaggered over, his 300-pound weight blocking Qian Deguang's path like a wall of flesh. "You're supposed to be quite old, what are you babbling on about? My brother letting your son smoke is already showing him respect! If you dare utter another word of nonsense, believe me, I'll smoke you too!"

Qian Deguang looked at the greasy, fat face in front of him, and his beard trembled with anger.

He was a high-ranking official, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a fourth-rank official. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Wang Chongyu! Don't think that just because your father is Wang Tienan, I'm afraid of you! After all, you're a junior; how dare you speak to an elder like that?"

"Hey, you dare to challenge your fat grandpa?" The fat man rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

Upon seeing this, several servants behind Qian Deguang immediately stepped forward and shielded their master behind them.

"Protect the adults!"

"Wang Chongyu, what do you want to do!"

The fat man sneered at the few foolish servants, "You bunch of ugly ducklings think you can stop me, Fatty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty retainers of the Regent's Palace behind him drew their swords in unison with a "whoosh".

An atmosphere of impending doom instantly enveloped the entire hall.

The servants were just guards in the mansion. They could bully ordinary people, but to fight against these murderers who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was just courting death. They were so frightened that their legs went weak and they could barely hold onto their sticks.

At the same time, Qian Deguang was dumbfounded.

He never expected that Lin Yi would actually dare to order his men to draw their swords.

What are they trying to do?

Are they burning in a brothel?

If this gets out, both the Vice Minister's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion will lose all face!

Lin Yi looked at Qian Deguang's face, which was filled with shock and anger, and smiled coldly, "Heh heh heh, is Minister Qian feeling sorry for his son?"

Seeing that Lin Yi's tone didn't seem angry, Qian Deguang quickly seized the opportunity, "Your Highness is wise. This humble servant only has one son... You see..."

"Very well, for the sake of your ancestors, I'll give you a chance."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"The father pays for the son's debts; you'll have to draw the bill for him."

Qian Deguang: ?

What the heck?

Slap your son in the face?

Qian Deguang could hardly believe his ears.

He pointed at Lin Yi, his fingers trembling with rage: "Lin Yi! You...you...I am an official of the imperial court, how dare you humiliate me like this! I would rather die than submit!"

"Hehehe, very well, a fine 'preferring death to submission' indeed. Minister Qian, don't say I didn't give you a chance." Lin Yi turned his head. "Fatty, since Minister Qian has such backbone, just grant his wish."

Fatty Wang's big mouth had been itching for a long time.

"Alright! Just you wait and see, big brother!" He shook his neck, making a "crackling" sound.

The servants in front of Qian Deguang were terrified, but duty called, so they dared not back down. They could only steel themselves, raise their sticks, and shout, "Don't...don't come any closer! If you come any closer, we won't be polite!"

"Fuck you!" Fatty Wang didn't even bother to look at them and started slapping them.

"Bang! Bang!"

With several muffled thuds, the servants were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, their fate unknown.

"You! Stop!" Qian Deguang watched helplessly as his servant was beaten and sent flying, and the last bit of hope in his heart was shattered.

He looked at the fat man in terror, stammering, "You, you stay away... I am an official of the imperial court... you can't..."

The latter grabbed his collar, raising his other hand: "Old man, weren't you so tough just now? Weren't you going to die rather than submit? I'll fucking kill you!!"

"Snapped!"

A hard slap landed on Qian Deguang's face.

Qian Deguang was immediately beaten until he saw stars.

This was only because the fat man stopped; otherwise, that slap would have killed him instantly.

"One!" the fat man shouted, grinning.

Qian Deguang lived for over fifty years and had never been slapped in public before.

The immense humiliation nearly drove him insane.

"You...you dare hit me...I'll..."

"Snapped!"

"two!"

"Ouch!!" My face is burning with pain.

Qian Deguang was scared. At his age, if he really had to withstand twenty slaps, he would surely die.

"No, stop hitting me, I was wrong... I'll draw my own hand... I'll draw my own hand..."

"Too late! I gave you a chance earlier, but you didn't use it!" Fatty Wang sneered. "Huh? I gave you a chance, and you still didn't use it!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

What happened next was something that everyone present would never forget.

The fat man used both hands to deliver powerful slaps, each one resounding and clear.

"three!"

"Four!"

"five!"

Fatty Wang hit the target while loudly counting.

At first, Qian Deguang was still struggling and even managed to curse a couple of times.

But soon, his voice turned into sobs, and finally only unconscious groans remained.

That once dignified face visibly deformed, swelled, and turned purple, eventually becoming a bloody, mangled pig's head with several teeth missing and blood and saliva flowing all over its body.

Everyone around, whether guests or girls, was horrified and felt their scalps tingle.

That's so cruel!

Too domineering!

The Vice Minister of Revenue, a high-ranking official of the fourth rank, was slapped in public by a spoiled brat and beaten until he looked like a dead dog.

The person who started it all just sat there quietly the whole time, without the slightest change in expression.

What is his heart made of?

Why be so ruthless?

The madam stood to one side, secretly glad she had made the right choice; otherwise, she would have died even more tragically than them.

They were from a noble family, after all. Who was I? In front of a prince, I was nothing but an ant.

Suddenly, she seemed to feel a gaze directed at her.

She looked up and saw a woman in a bright red dress standing by the window of the most private room on the third floor.

The woman wore a veil, obscuring her face, but her phoenix eyes were exceptionally bright.

The madam secretly nodded to the woman, indicating that she understood.

"nineteen!"

"twenty!"

With the final count, Fatty Wang finally stopped.

He shook his numb hand and spat disgustedly at the unconscious Qian Deguang: "Pah, you show-off! You're such a pushover."

After saying that, he turned to Lin Yi and said, "Big brother, all done!"

Lin Yi nodded.

The madam seized the opportunity to come over, her face full of flattery, and said, "Hehehe... Your Highness, the private room has been cleaned, as you see..."

Lin Yi glanced at the spoiled brats who were already soiling themselves, and said coldly, "Get lost."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"What should we do about Brother Chuang?"

"Do whatever the hell he wants!"

"Exactly, what do we have to do with each other!"

Lin Yi's single word was like heavenly music.

The young dandies, as if granted a pardon, rushed out of Yanlai Tower without daring to look back, each disregarding the others.

The madam tossed her handkerchief at their retreating figures and said disdainfully, "Sir, aren't you going to play a little longer?! Don't go!"

Ha, it seems this madam dislikes them quite a bit too.

That makes sense. These spoiled brats don't even respect the Regent, so why would they be polite to the people at Yanlai Tower?