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Xie Chang couldn't take it anymore, and didn't even make a sound. The executioners were afraid that the Grand Princess would scold them for not doing their job properly, so they used even more strength on the next board.

"This sixty slabs of wood …" "I'm afraid I won't be able to live for much longer …"

The few timid maidservants watching the punishment began to show pity on their faces. Xie Zhang Shen leaned on the bench and faintly heard Ling'er's pleas for mercy from within the room. The crying sound became louder.

In the midst of her confusion, the priest's shameless question of whether or not she was regretting emerged in her mind. Of course she was regretting it.

However, she did not regret slapping Xie Zhangyue. She only regretted wearing thousands of clothes, and did not deserve to be worn by this unlucky Xie Zhangyue.

After some careful thought, he realized that the priest's misfortune was very suspicious. When she got back, she would definitely strip that thing and throw it into the brothel. With this inspiring belief, it didn't feel so painful to be hit by a board.

When Xie Zhangzhen was wandering around the edge of unconsciousness, he had the illusion that the beating board had stopped and that the small courtyard had become unusually quiet.

"What are you doing?"

After a group of footsteps approached, there was a girl's voice.

"In reply to Eldest Miss, Third Miss has offended the Eldest Princess. The servants are currently executing their sentences."

Xie Zhangzhen's muddleheaded mind could only reluctantly think of the so-called 'Eldest Miss'. She was the daughter of the Eldest Princess and the Marquis Xie. His curiosity was piqued. He raised his head with all his might to take a look. However, his gaze was not worried at all. Immediately, his scalp went numb. There was a pretty blue clothed young master standing beside Miss Xie. This young master was none other than the one who had slept with her not long ago. Obviously, the young master had also seen her, his eyes filled with loathing and disdain.

"Are you going to beat up the third lady of the Xie Clan? Mother's intention is only to punish her a little, but you dare to do this kind of thing yourself?"

What a great young mistress of the Xie estate. She had completely wiped the matriarch out of existence with just a single sentence, maintaining her image as the matriarch in front of outsiders while also appearing clean and kind.

"Ninth Brother, I thought Little Sister was being mischievous and had let you watch a joke." Eldest Miss Xie had a very charming demeanor to her daughter as she said these words. As expected, the blue-clothed young master looked at her with a gaze that seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

"It's fine."

In the next moment, he grabbed Eldest Miss Xie's hand and walked straight past her. "Let's continue, let's go inside to pay our respects to aunt."

The dull plank sounds continued, but it was his chest that hurt more than his ass. Looking at the back of the blue figure, the pain in Xie Chang Shen's chest made it difficult for him to breathe. The only thing he could be sure of was that the pain in his heart was not because of her, but because of Xie Chang's will. After a moment of intense pain, Xie Chang actually spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body began to struggle uncontrollably as he fell off the execution platform, crawling towards the blue-clothed young master inch by inch.

"Your Highness …" "Your Highness …"

The executioner was also shocked and did not dare to rashly put down the wooden board. Eldest Miss Xie stopped in her tracks, a trace of impatience and malice flashing through her seemingly clean and clear glass-like eyes.

The blue-clothed young master unexpectedly stopped in his tracks, waiting for Xie Zhangzhen to crawl up to him bit by bit.

"Your Highness …" Don't you know me... "Don't you know me?" Xie Changshen's soul seemed to have come back to life and seized control of his body. She grabbed onto his clothes like a drowning person grabbing onto the last straw.

"I want to do that too... "I also want to call you Ninth Brother …" I've been thinking about it for a long, long time.

"Can you answer my question..." "Ninth brother?"

"What happened to Third Miss? Are you crazy? "

"Too shameless."

"I heard he's from the countryside, there's really no home tutor …"

Surrounded by all sorts of gossip and gossip, Xie Changshen didn't care at all. She looked at the blue-clothed prince as if she were looking up at a god. She wished that he could bend down and hold her in his arms and leave this place.

The blue-clothed young master frowned. Slowly, slowly, he took his clothes out of Xie Zhangshen's hands.

"Sorry, I don't know you. You're blocking the way."

At that moment, something seemed to have broken from Xie Zhangshen's eyes, and her hands were hanging straight and powerless on the ground. Zhao He regained control of his body. His grief was greater than his heart, and at this moment, the true master of his body was dead.

She spat out the blood in her mouth and stood up, looking at him with disdain, "Pah, scum."

Looking at her expression, it was as if she had become a completely different person. The young mistress of the Xie Clan could not take it any longer.

"Thank you, Zhang Shen. Are you done yet? Have you done enough acting!"

"Men, bring this madman out!"

When the blue-clothed young master turned around, he was looking into the angry and resolute eyes of Xie Zhangshen. A strange feeling surged into his heart. However, before he could investigate further, he was already brought down the stairs.

"Ninth brother? "Ninth brother?"

"Hmm?"

"Mother is still waiting inside."

Zhao He seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, there was Xie Zhangzhen and Yan Jiuke.

The first time Xie Zhangxin saw Yan Jiuke, he was actually not in Yan City. One was a little girl who grew up in the countryside, the other was a little prince who grew up in the Imperial City. No matter how one looked at it, the two of them should have a straight line in their lives, so there was no possibility of them ever meeting again.

Yan Chang was thirty-one years old, and Xie Chang was fourteen. A young girl of this age was always in the first stages of love, and in her imagination, she always liked to describe her future husband. Xie Zhangzhen was not a very imaginative child. Her eyes were handsome, like Erniu's at the village entrance. She was strong, had a strong body, and had a lot of cows in her house. However, her mother always looked down on her. "When my son grows up, Aunt will definitely find the best man in the world and give him to you.

Who knew that the best man in the world would knock his own door without his mother looking for him.

When camellia bloomed, Xie Changzhen would always go to the mountain with his mother to gather some camellias, and then cross the mountain to bring them to the city to be sold. Xie Changzhen's favorite season every year was when the camellias bloomed.

"Mother, there seems to be someone in the grass."

Mother revealed a hesitant expression. After weighing the pros and cons, she finally chose to ignore him. "Xin'er, don't meddle in other people's business."

As expected, Xie Zhangzhen was very obedient and didn't meddle in other people's business. It was just that the night happened to be right next door, and his sister-in-law was helping out. The wind outside the window was blowing heavily.

Xie Zhangzhen struggled to carry the man to a nearby cave, and once he wiped off the dirt between his eyebrows, Xie Zhangzhen's glance turned into a calamity under the flickering flame of the fire. When Zhao He searched through this memory as a third party, he also sighed with emotion. It was too easy to see someone at the age of fourteen or fifteen. It was too easy for a person to see someone at the age of one's eyes and ruin their entire life.

From then on, Xie Zhangshen had a benefactor in his heart. She helped him with the medicine and treated his injuries. She worked three meals a day for him, but all she got in return was a single word from him, "Many thanks, Miss."

The most precious things in Xie Zhangzhen's life were all here.

After her benefactor had healed her wounds, she disappeared. The next year, when the camellia bloomed again, Xie Changzhen never smiled again. What happened next was too sudden, and everything happened in succession, but it was no longer important. On the day of Xie Zhangzhen's birthday, Erniu at the village entrance came to propose marriage. The honest and honest man rubbed his red hands together and stood in front of his mother and daughter.

"I will treat my sister well. I will treat my sister well for the rest of my life."

"Where are you two ladies going to find this marriage? If you agree, then write off the debt you owe me."

"If you don't want to marry, then I'll see you at the yamen!"

The day was sunny and the sun was warm.

If I hadn't seen the warmth of the sun, I could have endured the darkness.

I've seen it before.

Mother Xie hanged herself in front of the temple the next day.

Another day passed, and the carriage that came to pick them up stealthily arrived.

He didn't know if it was fate, but Yan Jiuke was the one who had come to pick her up. At this moment, Xie Zhangzhen was grateful. Thanks to his mother's death, she could see him again.

"Young Master Yan, you didn't ask for my name last time …" "My, my name is Xie Zhangzhen …"