The guards exchanged glances, but none dared to approach him.
Xie Yanghua furrowed his brow but said nothing, merely stepping aside.
Mo Beiyan walked to the punishment rack and picked up his shirt. With each movement, the congealed lash wounds split open, causing excruciating pain, yet he said nothing. After putting on the shirt, he turned and walked outside.
Xie Yanghua gave a signal, "Go and ensure the Eldest Young Master's safety."
"Yes."
Mo Beiyan exited the dark room and headed to the bathing chamber. He shut the door, the misty steam enveloping him, rendering his handsome face enigmatic. The maid attending the bath wrapped a towel around him.
Mo Beiyan did not move again, merely closed his eyes, letting them serve him.
The wounds on his body were too numerous; when cleaning reached its end, Mo Beiyan grew impatient, waving away the maid's hand, then stood and left the bath.
The back building.
