After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

It’s not time for the beating yet; he’s already taken on the task, he has to go and return it.

And his father just won’t give him any chance to make up for it—beat him so hard he can’t get out of bed, how’s he supposed to go out?

Is he supposed to count on that heartless Brother Su to come visit him?

Mrs. Zhou couldn’t bear watching her son get beaten; she looked at Old Master Zhou and said, "Things are already like this, are you really going to beat our son to death?!"

"Just give me one word—if you insist, I’ll go smash my head and die right now, save myself the heartache of watching this."

Old Master Zhou said nothing; Mrs. Zhou made to dash herself against the wall, and was grabbed around the waist by the maids.

Old Master Zhou flung the feather duster in his hand—now down to just two lonely feathers—heavily onto the floor and said angrily, "A doting mother ruins her son!"

Throwing down that line, he turned around and left.

Mrs. Zhou’s tears fell like rain.

Looking at her son, she bent down, picked up the feather duster from the floor, and lashed it down hard.

Young Master Zhou, "...!!!"

Mother wouldn’t let Father hit him, so why is she hitting him herself?!

Though Mrs. Zhou’s strength couldn’t compare to Old Master Zhou’s, Young Master Zhou, who had suffered many beatings already, had become very fragile.

Even a not-so-hard blow on his wounds still hurt straight to the heart.

Mrs. Zhou struck him over a dozen times; the last two feathers on the feather duster finally shook loose and floated down.

Mrs. Zhou threw the feather duster back onto the floor and turned away fiercely.

Lying face-down on his pillow, Young Master Zhou stared at that feather duster, the corner of his mouth twitching wildly—

Don’t tell him his mother’s obsessive-compulsive disorder just had to see those last two feathers gone.

Mrs. Zhou went to find Old Master Zhou, wiping her tears as she said, "What should we do about this?"

Old Master Zhou’s head throbbed. "If I knew what to do, I wouldn’t still be just a little Capital Governor."

Mrs. Zhou said, "Aren’t there two other officials who got dragged into this too? Why doesn’t Old Master discuss with them what to do?"

If it really couldn’t be helped, they could only go before the Emperor, confess, and toss this mess away.

Offending the Prince Consort was still better than jumping into a pit of fire.

The Minister of Revenue couldn’t be uprooted in one go; sooner or later he’d rise from the ashes. The Prince Consort, on the other hand, would be gone after escorting Princess Yinchuan home for a short visit.

"That’s the only way," Old Master Zhou said.

He took the memorial and went to find the other two officials.

Since their sons played well together, as fathers their relationship was naturally a bit closer.

Poor Old Master Zhou—having just beaten his son and stepped out, he was now going to watch someone else beat theirs, and even had to act as a restraining hand on the side.

Mr. Zheng looked at Old Master Zhou and said, "Brother Zhou, your temper is too good. They’ve made such a huge mess, and you’re still able to hold back from beating them?"

"I... just finished beating mine before I came," Mr. Zhou stammered.

"..."

"Brother Zhou, wait a moment for me. If I don’t discipline this unfilial brat now, he’ll pierce the sky next."

Since he’d already beaten his own son, it would be inappropriate to stop someone else.

Let him beat then; as long as he didn’t beat the boy to death, wounds would heal sooner or later.

Besides, the three of them were in this together; if they didn’t discipline their sons together, they’d end up in the same mess again.

After beating his son, Mr. Zheng went with Mr. Zhou to Mr. Sun’s residence.

Unluckily.

They were also in the middle of beating their son.

Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zheng exchanged a look.

To persuade or not to persuade—that became the question.

Back at the Zhou Mansion, Young Master Zhou was lying on his bed while a servant applied medicine for him.

He was howling in pain, practically hysterical.

"Young Master, please bear with it," the servant said, heart aching.

Outside, another servant ran in. "Young Master, Princess Yinchuan’s Prince Consort has come to visit you."

Young Master Zhou, "...!!!"

"Visit?!" His voice shot up two pitches.

"Yes, the Prince Consort even brought some gifts. He asked the steward if your injuries were serious or not..."

The servant still couldn’t figure it out— their Young Master had only just been beaten not long ago, so how did the Prince Consort find out so fast?

Young Master Zhou was about to faint from anger.

Su Yang was the Beimo Prince Consort; when it came to something as small as the Capital City Governor Mansion, he could come and go as he pleased.

The servant led the way, and Su Yang came straight into the room carrying his things.

His back was bare, covered in overlapping wounds.

Su Yang glanced at them and said, "It’s fine, the injuries aren’t serious. Rest a couple of days and you’ll be fine."

Young Master Zhou, "...!!!"

He stared at Su Yang and ground his teeth. "Brother Su, are you here to visit me or to sprinkle salt on my wounds?"

Su Yang put down the visiting gifts and said, "Of course I’m here to visit."

"When it comes to getting beaten, I have more experience than you."

"You’re just not used to it yet. Once you get used to it, injuries this minor don’t even count as anything."

Young Master Zhou, "..."

He had nothing to say.

Su Yang took a medicine bottle from his robe and said, "I’ll apply the medicine for you."

Mm.

When the servant applied medicine, Young Master Zhou already screamed from the pain.

When Su Yang applied medicine, Young Master Zhou screamed so hard his voice almost started smoking.

The Zhou Mansion’s maids and servants trembled just listening, afraid that Su Yang would take their Young Master’s life just by applying medicine.

After the medicine was applied, Young Master Zhou felt half his life was gone; he didn’t even have the strength left to glare at Su Yang.

Why on earth had he thought it was a good idea to make friends with the son of the Marquis Dongxiang of Daqi?