Volume One, Chapter Three: The Illegitimate Son

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At her shout, everyone turned their gaze beneath Ye Feiyao’s skirt. Madam Wang was startled and hurriedly used her wide sleeve to shield her.

“Quick, carry the young lady back!”

“Don’t be so hasty. Could it be that the young miss is pregnant?” Ye Yuntang feigned surprise. “As expected, the sins of the father manifest in the son. This habit of bearing illegitimate children runs in the family. An unwed pregnancy from an affair with the brother-in-law—Madam Wang, you truly know how to raise your daughter!”

“Shut your mouth! Go kneel in the ancestral hall. No one is to give her food or drink without my orders!”

Ye Xiang pointed at Ye Yuntang’s nose and scolded.

Ye Yuntang laughed wildly. “At a time like this, you still have the leisure to bother me? Aren’t you worried your illegitimate grandson will be stillborn?”

“You—you…” Ye Xiang clutched his chest in pain. A skilled servant immediately produced a pill and forced it into his mouth.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Ye Yuntang propped her chin with one hand. “Look at the disgrace this household has brought upon itself! Both mother and daughter indulging in premarital affairs!”

“You!” Madam Wang was so furious she fainted. Ye Xiang hurried over, cradled her in his arms, his face full of concern.

What a disgusting sight for me to witness!

Ye Yuntang turned to leave, but after only a few steps, the house steward and several others caught up with her.

The steward glanced disdainfully at Ye Yuntang and scolded a nearby maid, “Hurry and take the young lady back to the ancestral hall to kneel!”

“I dare anyone to try and move me!” Ye Yuntang stood firm. Though she had always obeyed her late mother’s wishes and avoided trouble, that did not mean she was to be easily bullied.

Seeing her no longer timid, the steward lowered her eyelids and threatened, “Young lady, Lord Xue is the fiancé of our second young miss. Though he once favored you, that will no longer be the case. If you’re wise, you’ll behave—it will save you some suffering!”

Ye Yuntang narrowed her eyes, sizing her up. This steward, an elder close to Madam Wang, had been tyrannical to her all these years. Since she wanted to court death today, so be it.

“What do you want me to do to ‘behave’?” Her tone was icy.

The steward was stunned but quickly realized this was just posturing. She said coldly, “You offended the mistress gravely today. First kneel in this courtyard for thirty strokes, then go to the ancestral hall for further punishment!”

“Thirty strokes, is it?” Ye Yuntang stepped closer, “Why don’t you show me how it’s done first?”

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Before the steward could react, Ye Yuntang kicked her in the back of the knee. The steward crashed to the ground.

Looking down at her, Ye Yuntang’s eyes were filled with mockery. “What? Already kneeling? Weren’t you just ordering me to kneel and be punished?”

The steward, both shocked and angry, tried to get up but her legs trembled. She stammered, “I’m a servant of the madam. If you lay hands on me, I’ll report your misdeeds!”

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