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Chapter 89 Wang Shi Visits

"Aunt Li, you have committed the crime of disrespecting the mistress of the house. Today you will be severely punished!" Madam Wang said coldly. Before Aunt Li could defend herself, she waved her hand, signaling the servants to take action.

Immediately, two burly old women stepped forward and forced Aunt Li down onto the bench. Aunt Li stared wide-eyed in terror, struggling desperately, but was held down firmly.

"Beat her! Beat her hard!" At Wang's command, the paddle landed heavily on Aunt Li's body.

"Ah!" Aunt Li screamed in agony, feeling a sharp pain in her back, as if her skin and flesh were being torn apart. With each blow, her body trembled violently, and she let out a painful groan.

Wang watched indifferently as Aunt Li was beaten, and the jealousy in her heart subsided slightly.

The paddle fell again and again, and Aunt Li's back was already torn and bleeding, her clothes stained with blood. Her voice gradually weakened, until only low sobs remained.

"Don't think that just because you've climbed the social ladder by marrying into the Marquis of Anyang's household, you can act arrogantly in front of me. Let me tell you, you have no right to run wild in this mansion!"

After gritting her teeth and finishing her sentence, Wang glared fiercely at Aunt Li, who was lying on the bench, barely alive. Then, she waved her hand impatiently and said, "Take her to the woodshed. No one is allowed to give her food or water without my order!"

Several old women quickly responded and stepped forward to casually wrap Aunt Li's bloodied and mangled back with a tattered piece of cloth.

He dragged her off the bench like a dead dog and led her toward the woodshed.

Along the way, Aunt Li's body rubbed against the rough ground, adding to her wounds, but she was already numb with pain and could only let the old women do as they pleased.

Upon reaching the woodshed, the old women ruthlessly threw Aunt Li inside, then slammed the door shut.

There was a damp, rotten smell, and the surroundings were piled with junk.

After an unknown amount of time, Aunt Li gradually regained some consciousness amidst the pain.

She struggled to lift her head and, through the narrow window of the woodshed, saw that the sky outside was gradually darkening.

I wonder how Xuan-ge'er is? He's such a young child...

It's her fault for being an incompetent mother.

Meanwhile, in the main courtyard on the other side, Madam Wang sat in front of her dressing table, having her hair combed by a maid.

Looking at her slightly tired face in the mirror, and recalling the scene of Aunt Li being punished, a smug sneer appeared on her lips.

However, the cold laugh quickly disappeared, and a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

Chu Ruohan's affection for Xuan-ge'er was evident to her.

She worried that Aunt Li would really use the power of the Marquis of Anyang's mansion to deal with her.

Thinking about this, Wang felt a little uneasy...

Chu Ruohan was completely unaware of what had happened to Aunt Lin and Xuan Ge'er.

The next morning, Chu Ruohan got up as usual.

After a quick wash, she went to the courtyard. Dressed in casual clothes, she looked focused, preparing to begin her daily practice—the horse stance.

The courtyard was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees. Chu Ruohan took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, adjusted her posture, and firmly assumed a horse stance.

After practicing for a few days, she was able to do it very well.

As time went by, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and dampening her collar.

At this moment, Song Ruyan walked over with light steps, carrying two heavy stones in her hands.

"Hmm, good posture, keep it up!" Song Ruyan said, hanging the stones on Chu Ruohan's arms.

Chu Ruohan felt her arms suddenly sink, and a powerful pressure rushed towards her. Her already sore arms now felt as if they were filled with lead, becoming even heavier.

She gritted her teeth, her arms began to tremble slightly, and she gradually lost her strength.

She really couldn't hold on any longer.

An announcement came from the doorway: "Mrs. Wang has come to pay a visit!"

Chu Ruohan was slightly taken aback, and Song Ruyan immediately stepped forward to take the stone. "Why are there people here again? I'll put it away first."

Chu Ruohan straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

A short while later, Madam Wang entered the courtyard accompanied by her maid.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She saw Chu Ruohan dressed in short clothes and felt contempt. As the wife of the Marquis of Anyang, she didn't even wear fine clothes and jewels; it was truly shameful.

Chu Ruohan said, "I just find some fun in my spare time."

Wang's daughter, Lan'er, seemed to have discovered something new and exciting. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she walked forward with light steps.

She circled around Chu Ruohan without any hesitation, then spoke in a clear, cheerful voice, calling her "Auntie" affectionately: "Auntie, are you going to practice kung fu and become a great hero?"

That innocent voice was full of curiosity and longing.

Looking at the lively and adorable little girl in front of her, Chu Ruohan smiled gently. She squatted down to be at eye level with Lan Jie'er.

"Sister Lan, your aunt practices kung fu not to become a great hero, but just to make herself healthier so that she can protect herself when she encounters danger."

Lan blinked her big, watery eyes and then asked, "If Auntie practices kung fu, will she be able to fly over rooftops and uphold justice like the heroes in the folk tales?"

As she spoke, she waved her short arms, mimicking the gesture of wielding a sword.

Chu Ruohan was amused by Lan Jie'er's innocence and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Flying over rooftops and scaling walls may be a bit difficult, but Auntie will try her best to become more powerful."

"If Lan-jie is interested, your aunt can teach you a few simple moves after you've learned them."

Hearing this, Wang felt disdain. She thought that young ladies should focus on music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and cultivate the temperament of a well-bred lady. How could she learn such boorish skills?

Besides, the family has guards, so why should their daughter have to practice swordsmanship?

If a woman's waist becomes thick and her hands become rough, her husband will no longer like her.

Chu Ruohan took Lan Jie'er's hand and walked into the house, saying gently as they went, "Lan Jie'er, come on, let's go have some snacks first."

Lan Jie nodded excitedly, skipping and hopping after Chu Ruohan, occasionally glancing curiously at the furnishings inside the room.

Chu Ruohan instructed the servants to bring over some snacks, and soon the table was filled with exquisite snacks.

Lan Jie'er's eyes widened as she looked at the adorable and tempting pastries. Her little mouth opened slightly, revealing a look of surprise and delight: "Auntie, these pastries are so beautiful!"

Chu Ruohan smiled and patted Lan Jie'er's head, "Eat more if you like it."

Looking at the soft and cuddly little girl, Chu Ruohan's heart melted. It would be nice to adopt a daughter in the future!

It's always better to have both a son and a daughter...