Chapter 1117

Yuan Shu, trembling with fear, knelt directly on the ground.

"Speak!"

Yuan Wei, holding a bamboo board, stood behind Yuan Shu and said angrily: "What have you said in front of that bitch? Tell me everything, one by one!"

On the other side, Yuan Ji stood not far from Yuan Shu, lowering his head, not daring to look up.

This was the first time Yuan Ji had seen his uncle Yuan Wei so angry.

The maids and servants around the hall had already been driven away.

Only a few Yuan family guards stood in front of the hall, their eyes patrolling the surroundings like hawks.

Kneeling on the ground, Yuan Shu, whose upper robe had already been taken off, was trembling all over.

"Uncle, I... I... I didn't say anything..."

"Still lying!"

The bamboo board in Yuan Wei's hand swung directly and whipped Yuan Shu's back.

Slap!

The solid bamboo board whipped against his back, making a crisp sound, and the pain made Yuan Shu grimace, his body leaning forward.

"Kneel straight!"

Yuan Wei gave an angry shout.

As Yuan Shu knelt properly again, the bamboo board in Yuan Wei's hand fell again.

Once, twice, three times.

Three blood-red marks were whipped onto Yuan Shu's back.

Yuan Shu gritted his teeth, not even daring to let out a sound of pain.

"I told you to stay in the military camp and not come out, yet you secretly entered the city, and now you dare to lie?"

"Do you really think everyone is as stupid as you?"

"Tell me, if you didn't say anything, if that dead spy had no effect, then why did those people spend so much effort, bearing the risk of being exposed, to rescue her?"

"Do you know that it was because of you? Otherwise, this dead spy would have been caught long ago!"

"You still want to quibble now."

"Still lying?"

Yuan Wei's eyes were full of brilliance.

Every word almost pierced Yuan Shu's heart.

"Uncle, I... I... I was wrong. I really didn't mean it. I..."

"I told you to speak! What have you said to her!"

Yuan Wei's roar interrupted Yuan Shu's quibbling.

"I... I will speak."

Yuan Shu lowered his head, his voice as small as an insect's: "I... I told her last night that the way Luoyang is now is all my previous plan..."

"Rebellious son!"

"Trash!"

"Stupid!"

Yuan Wei, holding the bamboo board, raised his arm high again and whipped it down toward Yuan Shu's back.

Three more times in a row.

When he raised it for the fourth time, Yuan Ji stepped forward and stopped Yuan Wei.

"Uncle, now that things have come to this, no matter how angry you are, it won't help. Gonglu... Gonglu also knows he was wrong. We should think about how to remedy it now."