Yu Nianzhao snorted coldly, "Continue beating!"
That family of bloodsuckers made her furious just watching them.
"Yes, Princess Consort!"
Ye Qing gritted her teeth and continued to whip Ye Miao.
Having practiced martial arts since childhood, her strength was far greater than most women. After several lashes, Ye Miao was already dizzy with pain.
Seeing Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye's distressed and angry yet helpless expressions, a burden in Ye Qing's heart eased a lot.
"Princess Consort, this commoner doesn't know how Miao'er has offended you. Please forgive us." Mr. Ye had just this one son, and he cherished him dearly. He couldn't bear to see him beaten like this, so he quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"You took so much silver from Ye Qing before. Can you repay it?"
"We... we can't repay."
"Then just a beating to repay the debt, isn't it so easy and simple? You're still dissatisfied?"
"No, we wouldn't dare!" Mr. Ye was about to cry.
