They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 203 Lynching

"Before that, I must get my revenge!"

They sent someone to fetch a basin, which was then filled with salt.

Then, in front of Sima Lingyu, he added boiling water and stirred the whip in the salt water.

A whip soaked in salt water can be extremely painful when it strikes a person.

Sima Lingyu remained unfazed, even tilting his head back as if to say, "Come and hit me if you dare."

Wu Chengye sneered. She doesn't care whether you're a man or a woman when she strikes.

That whip left a red mark even through the late autumn clothes.

Sima Lingyu didn't utter a sound, gritting his teeth.

Lan'er cried out in heartache, tears streaming down her face, "Young Master! Please don't hit our Young Master!"

Hearing the noise, Wu Chengye threw a whip at Lan'er, which struck him directly on the neck.

The blows turned the skin white; if you were to whip it again, the skin would be torn open.

"Wu Chengye, my affairs are none of anyone else's business, why did you have to hit him!"

"You dare to call me by my given name now! How come I never realized you were so rebellious before!"

"Or are you saying that all that obedience was just an act in front of me? You're really demeaning yourself!"

Sima Lingyu didn't answer her, and the more silent she became, the angrier Wu Chengye got.

The whip in his hand lashed harder and harder against his back and legs.

But after being whipped four or five times, I don't know if it was because the clothes were too thick or what.

Sima Lingyu remained completely silent, his forehead covered in sweat and his lips turning pale.

“I never expected you to be so stubborn. I’ve whipped you so many times and you haven’t said a word. If you beg me now, I’ll stop.”

Sima Lingyu did not beg for mercy, but Lan'er knelt on the ground with snot and tears streaming down her face.

He kowtowed and begged Wu Chengye to spare Sima Lingyu.

"Look at you! Even your dog understands human speech better than you! It knows to beg for mercy, but you don't!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please, please stop hitting him! The young master won't be able to take it!"

"You still call him 'Young Master'? It's probably because you, a dog who doesn't know your place, are the reason he doesn't know his place!"

He lashed out with a whip, striking Lan'er's face—a blow far more painful than the flesh on his body.

There was a bloody trail, and blood droplets fell from my face. The pain didn't even stop the blood from hitting the ground.

It wasn't until he felt a burning sensation on his face that he realized he was disfigured, and he was still so young.

His face was whipped and mangled. Sima Lingyu felt that it was okay to whip himself, but not to whip the people around him!

He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Wu Chengye, sincerely thinking to himself, "Why doesn't she just die?"

He, a weak man, was indeed no match for the tall and imposing Wu Chengye. She looked at him and used the handle of her whip to hook his chin.

"What kind of expression is that? What do you mean by looking at me like that? Do you hate me? Humph! If you hate me, that's right, I hate you even more than you do!"

The steward watched Sima Lingyu, who seemed on the verge of fainting at any moment.

He couldn't help but chime in, after all, he was the prime minister's son, and what if something happened to him in their household?

Then the nepotism among them will probably also be affected.

"Your Highness, if we cause any serious harm to the master's husband, it will be difficult to explain to the Prime Minister!"

"Once you marry into my household, you're mine. Have you ever seen that old hag Sima Zongcheng? When has he ever given her two sons a kind look?"

Seemingly feeling that whipping him wasn't enough, she directly slapped him twice more.

His cheeks were flushed and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't utter a single word of begging for mercy.

"You can tolerate me hitting you, right? Then you definitely can't tolerate me hitting this dog!"

"Let go of that slut! Men, hold the master's husband down properly!"

Sima Lingyu seemed to know what Wu Chengye wanted to do.

Seeing Lan'er writhing in pain beside him, he's probably going to attack him!

"Wu Chengye! You dare touch him!"

"Why wouldn't I dare to touch him? He's just a dog that came with your dowry. What does it matter to a person whether the dog lives or dies?"

"Really? You haven't seen the torture methods used in the private dungeon of the Second Princess's residence, have you? Go, bring me the finger splint and the pointer!"

Everyone knew that Wu Chengye was truly angry.

They actually wanted to torture a servant in front of everyone!

Sima Lingyu was held firmly by two servants and could not break free.

A short while later, someone brought up the torture instruments.

It doesn't look very big; it's just a roll of needles and two splints, right?

"Sima Lingyu, take a good look. These are the punishments that you should have been subjected to."

"Just because you're Sima Zongcheng's son, you'll have to let your dog suffer for you!"

Two burly women arrived and pinned down both of Lan'er's hands, along with a thick needle.

Along his fingernail, and then slowly inserted it inside. The first time, Lan'er twisted and struggled in pain!

But the two burly women completely ignored his struggles.

They held him down, but then inserted the needle into one of his fingers!

His face turned deathly pale, except that the wound was still bleeding.

The rest of his body was completely bloodless, and his lips were bleeding from being bitten in pain.

Sima Lingyu's eyes were red. He was too weak and helpless, and there was nothing he could do. Lan'er was still coughing and speaking.

"Actually, it's nothing, young master, Lan'er isn't in any pain!"

How could those heart-wrenching screams not have hurt?

Sima Lingyu's breathing rose and fell: "Wu Chengye, let him go!"

"Who do you think you are? Are you saying you want to suffer the same needle torture as him!"

Wu Chengye walked over and kicked Sima Lingyu in the chest without any hesitation.

I felt a burning, dull pain in my chest, followed by a sweet, metallic taste in my mouth, and then I vomited a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

"Your Highness!"

"Ignore him, continue."

The second male lead not only has needles inserted into his ten fingers, but he is also about to have splints put on him.

Two burly women pulled hard on the splints, their cries of agony were heart-wrenching.

The screams, which sounded utterly horrific, filled the entire mansion.

"Wu Chengye, if you have the guts, then kill us, master and servant!"

"Killing him is fine, but killing you isn't? You're still useful!"

Sima Lingyu wanted to rush over to protect Lan'er, but he had no strength left in his body.

She felt waves of pain in her chest, and her vision was blurry, so she couldn't feel where the pain was coming from.

Every time I pull, it feels like my brain is going to split open.

"Young master...Young master, Lan'er is not in pain."

Wu Chengye didn't give up but laughed, persisting with the two burly women on either side.

"Are you two deaf? Haven't you eaten? Didn't you hear him say he wasn't in pain?!"

The two women worked even harder, and the bones that hadn't even fully grown were already cracked into fragments inside their fingers, so soft that only the tendons held them together.

Lan'er's hands are ruined; even Bian Que, Hua Tuo, and Kong Yingda couldn't save her.

The cracking sound of bones breaking reached Sima Lingyu's ears, and he gritted his teeth fiercely!