Chapter 92: You don't work, I'll still beat you

Young Master doesn't need it! Kang Zhi Xia got arrogant.

Just...

I saw the people sitting all over the ground; each person's hands had blisters, some already burst, flesh and blood blurred.

And Ning Hanmo was even worse—his hands, face, and body were all bloody, and his clothes were soaked through.

Looking at the scene, aside from the elder sister in charge, only I remained...

He felt a bit ashamed.

Without waiting for Kang Zhi Chun to speak, he stood up and bowed to the medic, saying, "Just now the kid spoke wrong, sorry to trouble you, doctor."

His hand was still a bit stiff, and his arm ached.

But now he forgot about the bugs on his body, and also forgot his punishment.

Kang Zhi Chun's opened mouth slowly closed.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, though not noticeably; this younger brother, if he didn't go smash roofs and tear up tiles for three days, seeing his expression, he wouldn't know what trouble he'd get into.

"This is what this old man should do."

In a moment, the courtyard became lively again.

Especially Ning Hanmo—his injuries weren't just on his arms, hands, and face.

The worst injury was on the inner sides of his thighs and calves.

Young Master should go inside; his wounds must be treated. The medic looked at Ning Hanmo, recalling how from the brat's fights in the past to now saving people, he always ended up hurting himself.

But this time, he was willing to examine the Young Master.

"Shunzi, the task is done—can you carry me inside?" Ning Hanmo asked.

Before the task was completed, no one except them could be called.

An Wu, hiding in the dark, let out a full breath of relief.

During that time, there were many occasions when he couldn't hold back and wanted to act.

But the Young Master held steady.

Before, he merely followed the Young Master, protecting him only when the Young Master's life was in danger.

But to say there were feelings—there really weren't any; after all, he was a brat, and he only got a headache for the Imperial Consort.

But, now...

After this incident and the previous incident with Ningguang, he finally developed genuine feelings for the Young Master.

It seems being by his side isn't bad either.

"Young Master." Shunzi rubbed his eyes, walking over from the side, his eyes red—he had been crying for a while.

"He..." Kang Zhiqiu didn't quite understand.

Kang Wen and Kang Wu exchanged a glance, saying, "He's different from us; we just pull ropes, and our hands are already torn."

"He wants to climb a tree—whether his hands or the inner sides of his legs, they're probably all torn."

He glanced at the rope placed aside and said, "The rope is tied around your waist, Zhi Xia bro—does it hurt?"

Kang Zhi Xia nodded.

"Yeah, he's been tied up longer than you, so he hurts."

For a moment, the scene fell into silence.

Kang Zhi Xia's guilt was overwhelming; he even felt a bit lost, not knowing what to do to make amends.

Medic boy, wash their wounds and apply medicine.

The first day was nothing but a field of wounded soldiers.

Over there, the medic looked at his injuries all over, Shunzi crying as he wiped Ning Hanmo's body; only after cleaning it did the medic start applying medicine, then wrap him with a clean bandage.

His whole body was wrapped up like a ball.

Mainly, he had too many wounds; the rope had rubbed his waist raw and swollen, even drawing blood.

As for the inner thigh, needless to say—when taking off his clothes, the clothing and wound were tangled together; Shunzi used medicinal water, working for a long time, before separating skin from cloth.

That clothing was beyond saving—Shunzi cut it open with scissors; otherwise, if the Young Master stripped naked, he'd lose a layer of skin.

Over here, even a little medic boy had been sent to Jiang Yun Chu's side; although she didn't come over, she could still imagine the scene.

Zi Su opened her mouth several times, but kept closing it.

In the end, she said nothing.

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Yun Chu's face showed no expression as she ladled out the prepared silver ear lotus soup.

Zi Su thought it over, still puzzled, saying, "Princess Consort, why bother?"

Just hearing it made her feel as if her heart were clenched, so painful.

The Princess Consort surely felt even more heartache, but they're just kids—why bother?

Jiang Yun Chu didn't speak, still expressionless.

Heartbroken?

It hurts.

One's own child injured, one's own child in pain—as a mother, how could one not feel it?

It's like a hand ruthlessly grabbing the heart, clutching, pulling—an ache that can't be spoken or explained.

"They're different." Jiang Yun Chu sighed.

They have no other way.

Whether it's Ning Hanmo or Ning Qiancheng, this is their dead end.

As for the Kang Clan's children, it's not that it isn't a new beginning.

From Kang Wen, Kang Wu, and Kang Zhi Xia's temperaments, one can see that if these children are not disciplined, will the Kang Clan in the future still be the Kang Clan as it is now?

Monarchy.

Where is there any true freedom?

"But they're just kids." Zi Su didn't understand much.

Jiang Yun Chu didn't want to explain, nor was she willing to; she didn't need others to understand, even those around her, she didn't need to.

She thought her children didn't need to either.

Silence in this kitchen was deafening.

"Young Master these days cannot touch water, needs rest, medicine should be taken for three days; if fever occurs at night, increase the dosage." The manor doctor looked at Ning Hanmo kindly.

He was originally a military doctor, but as he aged he couldn't keep up with the army's unit, so he came to the Wang Fu and became its manor doctor.

He had watched Ning Hanmo grow up.

Only now does he look like a true man.

Only then could he be worthy of being the master of the Regent Prince's Manor.

"I know." Ning Hanmo's face turned pale from pain, looking at his white wrappings, he didn't know how he could go out to face everyone.

Classes start tomorrow; I wonder if I can attend.

His thoughts held no resentment, nor did he dwell deeply; he only thought about the future.

The little ones outside had only minor injuries; after being bandaged, everyone was taken by servants to wash up.

After changing clothes, Kang Zhi Xia knocked on the door.

"Come in." Ning Hanmo said lightly, lying on his side on the bed, watching the person who entered.

"Anything?"

He remained calm, even though everything today happened because of him.

But Mother once said that after today, you would be classmates.

"Sorry."

Kang Zhi Xia bowed and performed a salute.

He knows that all of this today is because of him.

Upon seeing Ning Hanmo wrapped in white cloth, he realized how great the consequences of his impulsive act were.

He knew he was wrong.

"I accept it; I was impulsive, I was the one who struck first." Ning Hanmo smiled.

"But..."

Before Kang Zhi Xia could answer, the boy immediately spoke again.

"Next time, if you don't work, I'll still beat you, but I'll change the method; this kind of thing today is a bit not worth the loss."

He chuckled, as if saying, the weather today is nice, the sun has come out.