The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 534 Extra Thank You Banquet (1)

A few days later, in the capital, at the Xie clan ancestral hall...

Xie Zhiyan, dressed in white, walked barefoot into the Xie clan ancestral hall, knelt in front of his ancestors, clasped his hands together, and looked extremely pious.

It seems that he is confessing in front of the ancestors, but in fact he is asking all the elders and ancestors to bless the little girl in his heart, and wish her a smooth journey and a happy and healthy life.

After all the elders and men of the clan gathered in the ancestral hall, Xie Zhiyan slowly stood up, walked to the bluestone steps outside and knelt down.

He raised his hand and took off his plain white shirt. The moment the shirt slipped off, the whole yard suddenly became silent, and even the air seemed to stop.

I saw the gentleman kneeling upright, and his back, which should have been as smooth as jade, was covered with crisscrossing, hideous and terrifying whip marks.

The wounds had not yet healed, with new wounds overlapping old ones, blood oozing from the rolled skin and flesh, and bones almost visible in the deepest parts, which was truly shocking.

Everyone present instantly widened their pupils and held their breath, followed by a series of gasps.

Especially the elders in the first row who watched Xie Zhiyan grow up, their eyes almost turned red in an instant.

The tragic scene of Xie Zhiyan being punished by the Xie family's punishment was still vivid in his mind. Dozens of barbed whips had splattered blood on the bluestone steps. He gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, and finally fainted from the pain in front of the ancestral tablets.

Now, it has only been over a month, and those injuries that were so deep that the bones could be seen have not yet healed, but they are having to punish him again.

Wouldn’t this cost him half his life?

So all the elders started to plead again to stop it...

"No! No..."

"The wound on the prince's back is still bleeding. If he is whipped twenty more times, it will be the end of his life!"

"Yes, yes, it's not too late to punish the prince after his injuries have healed!"

"..."

However, Xie Chong, the head of the Xie family, held a nine-section rattan whip in his hand, his face stern, and walked up the bluestone steps without saying a word, and walked behind his unfilial son Xie Zhiyan.

Seeing that he was unmoved, everyone was surprised and said, "Master, please think twice!"

"He is the only heir to the Yong'an Marquisate!"

Xie Chong took a deep look at the scars on Xie Zhiyan's back, clenched the whip in his hand, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes tightly, raised the nine-section vine whip covered with barbs in his hand, and swung it towards Xie Zhiyan's back without hesitation...

“Pah…Pah…”

Whip after whip...

Flesh and blood flew everywhere...

However, Xie Zhiyan straightened his back, clenched his fists, and still said nothing.

Soon, his pristine white clothes were soaked in blood, and streams of blood flowed down the tall bluestone steps...

The ground in front of the bluestone steps was once again stained red with blood.

Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and a group of elders on the side had tears in their eyes. Some even turned their backs because they couldn't bear to watch.

The younger generations in the clan were all shocked by the harshness and cruelty of the Xie family rules, and they all hung their heads and trembled with fear.

Unlike the last time, it started raining halfway through the punishment this time.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, which was like adding insult to injury for the people being tortured.

But Xie Zhiyan looked up slightly, looked at the rain falling from the sky, and smiled slightly...

The rain washed away the blood all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Xie Zhiyan knelt in the rain to carry out the punishment, and all the men of the Xie family also stood in the rain to watch.

There wasn't a trace of contempt or complaint in everyone's eyes. On the contrary, they were all filled with awe and admiration for the next head of the family.

When the last whip fell, Xie Zhiyan could no longer hold on and fainted completely.

When he woke up again, it was seven days later.

Xie Zhiyan had already returned to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, and his injuries had already been treated and bandaged.

The brothers Zhang Long and Zhao Hu stood by his bed with red eyes, fearing that he really couldn't hold on this time.

Even the Imperial Master was invited to the mansion...

However, according to the clan rules, after the punishment, Xie Zhiyan had to kneel in the ancestral hall for three days to show his repentance.

So, when Xie Zhiyan just woke up, he stood up and knelt in the ancestral hall with wounds all over his body.

No matter how the brothers Zhang Long and Zhao Hu tried to persuade him, he just couldn't be persuaded.

So he could only go and invite the Imperial Master who was still at home.

At this time, in the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, inside the ancestral hall.

Smoke curled around the room, and the candlelight flickered in the draft...

Xie Zhiyan was wearing a dark robe with cloud patterns, and his untied long hair fell down like ink. He knelt on a round mat in the ancestral hall, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed.

The Imperial Master Jikong slowly walked over from the corridor, stopped behind Xie Zhiyan, put his hands together, and saluted to all the ancestors of the Xie family.

"Does Master Xie ever regret it?"

"I have never regretted it!" Xie Zhiyan answered without hesitation.

The Imperial Master was silent for a moment, then asked, "If you have no regrets, why are you confessing so sincerely here?"

Xie Zhiyan slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "No."

"I made mistakes, but I don't regret it."

"It's not repentance, but a guilty conscience."

"I do it willingly even though I know it's impossible..."

"Xie has never regretted what he has done. If he could do it again, he would still do it the same way."

"It's just that if time could really be turned back again, it would be great..."

"Thank you, sir. Your obsession is too deep." The Imperial Master sighed, his old voice filled with pity. "You know, in this world, cause and effect cannot be forced."

"If there is no destiny, then we should let it go as soon as possible."

Xie Zhiyan smiled, not caring about what he said, and stubbornly asked back: "National Master, do you think time can really be reversed?"

The Imperial Master was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. Everything depends on God's will."

"But thank you, sir, for surviving this great disaster. I am sure you will have good fortune in the future."

Xie Zhiyan chuckled and said, "Really?"

The Imperial Master said solemnly, "I have said that Master Xie is a child of destiny, and the gods and Buddhas will surely bless him."

"Then I will accept the good advice from the Imperial Master." Xie Zhiyan said with a weak smile.

The Imperial Master said nothing more and turned to walk out of the ancestral hall.

When he reached the entrance of the ancestral hall, he heard Xie Zhiyan's cold and stubborn voice coming from behind him.

He said: "I never regret what I did. I only regret that I met her too late, realized it too late, and missed the opportunity to stand by her side openly, to know her, to understand her, to love her, and to stay with her..."

"So, a lot of times, I think, it would be great if people could go back to the past."

The Imperial Master's pupils trembled, his steps paused, and then he walked out as if nothing had happened.

At night, the wind howled and the rain poured down...

The candlelight in the ancestral hall flickered, and Xie Zhiyan was still kneeling in the hall. His already weak body was now covered in sweat, and his face was as pale as paper.

He closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was having a nightmare.

In the second half of the night, he finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he was muttering the three words "Jiang Wantang".

The next day, when the sky was bright, Xie Zhiyan suddenly opened his eyes from the couch and subconsciously raised his hand to block the glaring light.

But when he sat up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he instantly realized something was wrong...