Never would I expect Mrs. Ouyang to be so heartless, not even sparing her own son.
And Ouyang Xiao, his skin torn and flesh exposed from the beatings, wailed bitterly, insisting he didn't spend the silver and that he didn't put any sundries in the box.
"How dare you argue back! I'll beat you to death! You've been spoiled rotten over the years, so undisciplined. Tomorrow, I'll throw you into the mines to toil away!"
"Hmph, it's one thing for you to squander money on wine and women, but to even lay a finger on the treasury silver, you must be sick of living." Mrs. Ouyang was disappointed as iron not turning into steel, and whipped him fiercely several more times.
Sitting in the middle, Ouyang Fu looked at his precious son being disciplined and felt a stab of pain in his heart, though he really wanted to ask his wife to stop, he held back.