As Xuexue pondered,
Situ Zhi was held down tightly on a stool by several guards.
With fury raging, Situ Yongjie raised his hand and viciously lashed out several times, leaving bloody streaks on the back of Situ Zhi's clothes.
In pain, he screamed loudly: "Ah, it hurts, it's killing me, ah woo woo...!"
"How dare you call yourself 'Young Master' in front of your father, I'll whip you to death, you little rascal." Situ Yongjie, even more infuriated, put all his strength into another swing of his whip, hitting him several times more fiercely.
"Dad, Dad, I know I was wrong, please stop hitting me." Unable to bear the pain, Situ Zhi's tone finally softened.
Situ Yongjie whipped him a few more times before stopping, tossed the whip aside, and sat down on the stool with a huff: "You rebellious child, let's see if you dare to be so reckless again, thinking you can do anything you want because your concubine mother spoils you. It's infuriating."
