Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 339: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 6

After twenty lashes, Mrs. Shen's cries became weaker and weaker, and finally she could only collapse on the ground like a dead dog, breathing in more than out.

On the other side, the whip in the groom's hand was even thicker, and when it hit people, one could almost hear the dull sound of flesh bursting.

At first, Shen Shishan was trying hard to remain silent, but after the third whip, he finally couldn't help but scream:

"Ah!!! Sirong! You, you dare to do this to me... I won't let you go when Shigen comes back!!"

Sirong stood with her hands behind her back and sneered when she heard this:

"Then wait for him to come back and tell him why I hit you."

She raised her eyes and glanced at the group of clan elders who were silent as a mouse. They immediately lowered their heads and wanted to shrink into the cracks in the ground.

After torturing Shen Shishan and his wife, Sirong took Shen Junyao and the servants to stay in an inn in the city to rest.

A group of people have been traveling for half a month. They can't just get here, beat someone up and then go back.

After dinner, Sirong called Shen Junyao to her side.

Under the candlelight, her sharpness faded, and her features softened. "Does your injury still hurt?"

Shen Junyao shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, mother."

Sirong chuckled and tapped his forehead with her fingertips: "You're lying. The whip wounds hurt just looking at them, how could it not hurt you?"

Shen Junyao was startled, and the tips of his ears felt slightly hot.

Sirong took a sip of tea and suddenly asked, "Do you really want to defeat Shen Junbao?"

Shen Junyao was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Yes."

This mother was completely different from what he had imagined. Not only did she keep him well fed and clothed, she also took him back to seek revenge.

He did not hide his hatred, nor did he pretend to be magnanimous and say "forget it".

He just wanted to win. He just wanted to pay back the humiliation he had suffered with dignity and honor.

Sirong's eyes flashed with admiration: "Very good. Revenge when there is revenge, and repay grievances when there is grievance. This is my son."

"Starting tomorrow morning, you will have to get up early with the guards. I will then have the captain of the guards teach you the basics of Kung Fu."

In this world, Sirong doesn't want people to know that she knows kung fu too early.

The candle flames crackled, and Sirong hid her expression by lowering her head to drink tea. The original owner of this body was just an orphan from the border. If she suddenly displayed superb martial arts skills...

At the very least, it would arouse suspicion. At the worst, it would lead to being treated as an enemy spy and handed over to the authorities.

She glanced at the patrolling guards outside the window and felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, the guards of the Wuwei Marquis' Mansion were all good soldiers, and it was enough for them to teach a child how to stand on horseback and wield a wooden sword.

"Tell mother about your life at uncle's house."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the memories hidden in the darkness.

Shen Junyao clutched the corner of his clothes, was silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "Uncle and aunt... never let me eat enough."

"In the winter, I had to sleep in the woodshed, squeezed together with the dog."

"Besides your uncle's family, who else has bullied you?"

Shen Junyao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then whispered, "Shen Junbao... often brings his friends to beat me."

"And Mrs. Liu in the kitchen, every time she saw me stealing leftovers, she would hit my hand with a fire poker."

"The groom at the mansion...once got drunk and pushed me into a water tank."

Every time she said a name, Sirong's eyes became colder.

She would not let any of these people go. But it was not to vent Shen Junyao's anger like she did with Shen Shishan.

Sirong wants to keep them here, and when Shen Junyao grows up, she will come back to seek justice.

"You said that Pandi often secretly gave you food?"

When this name was mentioned, Shen Junyao's eyes finally lit up for a moment. "Well, Sister Pan Di is the person who treats me the best after grandma."

"She would... secretly hide the leftovers from the kitchen and sneak them to the woodshed for me in the middle of the night."

"One time when I had a fever, she braved the rain to go to the back mountain to pick herbs for me. My aunt found out and punished her by making her kneel all night..."

Sirong gently touched his head. "She's a good girl."

"Mother will thank her very much."

Shen Junyao looked up, hope in his eyes: "Really?"

Sirong smiled: "Mother will definitely do what she promised you."

"But she doesn't have enough to eat either, so she can only save half a piece of whole-grain cake for me occasionally." Shen Junyao's voice lowered, with a bit of guilt.

That half piece of bread might be Pan Di's food for the whole day, so Pan Di couldn't help him often.

"Mother, can you take Sister Pan Di away?"

Sirong was slightly startled and looked down at him. "Why? Isn't it good for her to stay with her parents?"

"Not good!" Shen Junyao almost shouted, his eyes red, "Sister Pan Di is often beaten too, and her mother doesn't care about her at all!"

His voice was filled with suppressed anger and fear, as if he was afraid that Si Sirong would refuse, and he added hastily:

"Before, when she was being beaten, I could still block a few blows... But now that I'm not there, they'll definitely take it out on her!"

Especially today, Sirong punished her uncle and aunt in public. They didn't dare to retaliate directly, but they would definitely vent their anger on weaker people.

And Pan Di is the one who is most likely to be bullied besides him.

Sirong was silent for a moment, tapping the table lightly with her fingertips.

Of course she could take Pan Di away by force.

But in this era, if an unmarried girl is taken away by an outsider, her reputation, status and future will be affected.

What's more, after what happened today, Shen Shishan and his wife would not let Sirong take Pandi away so easily.

As for Shen Junyao, Sirong could take him back if she wanted to, after all, he was not their child.

But Pan Di is the eldest daughter of the Shen family, their own daughter. Whether you beat or scold me, it has nothing to do with you outsiders.

Her fingertips stroked the edge of the teacup, and her voice was as soft as if she was discussing tomorrow's weather: "Shen Shishan will not let us go."

Shen Junyao was so anxious that he grabbed her sleeve and said, "Sister Pandi will die! Last time, my aunt used red-hot tongs..."

"Mother knows." Sirong suddenly crushed a piece of pastry, the crust falling onto her skirt. "But according to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, parents who beat their children to death will only be sentenced to three years in prison. If it's 'failure to discipline'..."

Her unfinished words hung in the air. Shen Junyao's face paled. Last year, a girl in the village was accidentally beaten to death by her own father. The county magistrate accepted two taels of silver and closed the case.

Sirong stood up and pushed open the carved window, and the night wind, carrying the aroma of incense from the distant ancestral temple, blew towards her.

"Do you see the eaves of the Shen family's ancestral hall?" She pointed at the hideous Chiwen in the darkness. "It's written in the clan rules below."

"A father is the leader of his sons, and a husband is the leader of his wife."

"The marriage, birth and death of women in the clan are all decided by their fathers and brothers."