In Pei Mansion, as an optional character, Ye Ling has no human rights at all. Although she knows that the old lady intends to favor Zheng, she has no place to reason.

What is the old lady's attitude? The servants understand the words and expressions. How could the servants who implement family law be polite? The whip that was stained with water made it look even more erotic.

Pain? Whipping has long been common for Ye Ling; dignity? Compared with the mission of taking care of her son, she chose the latter without hesitation.

Ye Ling curled up on the ground, with blood smudges penetrated her coat, but she didn't say a word...

The old lady relieved her anger. Her waist was no longer sore, her back was no longer hurt, and her legs were no longer cramped. She patted her butt and left. The rest were a group of slaves watching the fun surrounded Ye Ling, who was still crawling on the ground.

"Miss, the old lady came over at that time and asked you to accompany her to have a meal."

"I understand, what's wrong with that in front?" Pei Xue happened to walk towards the place where Ye Ling was beaten, turned over a rockery, and Pei Xue saw the crowd surrounding her.

"Miss, let's go over and take a look," Yan'er paused, and continued, "Miss, today is Young Master Yu's birthday. I think you should go over and take a look..."

Yan'er couldn't continue talking about this because she saw Ye Ling lying in the middle of the crowd.

Ye Ling struggled to stand up. As soon as she looked up, she met her daughter's disgusting gaze. This gaze pierced into her heart like a ruthless sword. The harsh family law failed to make her cry, but she cried at this moment.

After all, blood is thicker than water. Even if you hate it, Pei Xue felt nervous when she saw Ye Ling in a mess. She wanted to step forward and help Ye Ling up, but thinking about her humble origin and the possible ridicule of the servants, Miss Xueer bit her silver teeth, glanced at Ye Ling, and turned around and left without any nostalgia.

"Miss……"

Looking at Pei Xue's departure, Yan'er was a little confused. Is identity really that important? At this moment, she did not catch up with Pei Xue but walked to Ye Ling silently...

"What's my mom doing? It's been all morning, why haven't she come back?" The old lady was holding on. She had to go out for lunch. Ye Yu was the opposite. He lay on the bed and was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

The saddest thing in life is to be hungry. Born in a new society and growing under the red flag. Ye Yu never thought that the lives of the bitter children in "Sanmao Wandering" would appear on him, but could he blame his mother? Thinking of the little things his mother ate in the morning, Ye Yu sighed, the evil old society.

My mother is back? Ye Yu, who is so powerful, suddenly heard two completely different footsteps walking towards his direction. He faintly heard a crisp voice: Aunt Ye, what's wrong with you? Who is hitting you again...

Aunt Ye? Is my mother's surname also Ye? No, such a staggering step is definitely not my mother's.

Life is about what you are afraid of.

Ye Yu was careless in his previous life, but he never really hated anyone. The dependence between father and son in a single-parent family made him particularly value family. After "sleeping" for fourteen years, the first person Ye Yu saw was Ye Ling. The earnest maternal love of this little woman who called herself a mother took root in his heart.

I had long guessed that my mother's life was very hard, but Ye Yu never expected that her mother would be beaten no matter what. Looking at Ye Ling's blood-stained clothes, a violent feeling was thriving deep in his heart. The true energy was running wildly, and the solemn feeling seemed to be about to wipe out everything...

"Auntie, please take a rest first, Yan'er will get you some golden sore medicine."

Ye Ling did not answer. After Yan'er left, she suddenly rushed to Ye Yu and cried bitterly. The sky was so big that she could only vent her grievances in her heart in her own hut and by her son.

Sorrow, miserable and miserable, Ye Ling's crying deeply trembled Ye Yu. What's wrong with me? His mind gradually returned to clearness and questioned himself. Thinking of the hidden trouble of being possessed by evil spirits, Ye Yu felt cold sweat on his forehead - as long as he was alive, there was hope, but what should my mother do if his soul returned to the dark?

"Yu'er, I'm sorry for you. Today is your birthday, but I can't celebrate you..." Ye Ling said sobbingly, smearing tears on his face.

Birthday? My silly mother, do you know that my son really doesn’t care about birthdays? My son just wants to see you safely, with tears hanging on the corners of his eyes. Ye Yu’s powerful true energy slowly poured into Ye Ling’s body - Mom, I’m really sorry, I’m afraid that I can do at the moment.

The little maid Yan'er is going quickly and coming quickly, "Auntie Ye, don't move when you are lying here, Yan'er will give you medicine."

Ye Yu looked at the little maid named Yan'er. The cute baby's face was inlaid with big, smart eyes. When she thought of her concern for her mother, Ye Yu's favorability for her doubled. But as Yan'er's movements, Ye Yu saw the whip marks on her mother's smooth skin. He only felt that someone was using a knife to cut his heart...

"Auntie, does it hurt?" Yan'er gently stroked Ye Ling's body with her trembling hands.

Ye Ling shook her head slightly, and she suddenly grabbed Yan'er's hand, "Yan'er, you may not believe it when you say it. As long as I lean against Yu'er, my body will feel warm and then I won't feel any pain."

Looking at Ye Ling's serious appearance, Yan'er sighed softly. Although she often comforted Ye Ling and said that Young Master Yu would definitely wake up, would he really wake up?

It was obvious that Yan'er was disbelief, and Ye Ling suddenly took her hand and placed it on Ye Yu's forehead.

For Ye Ling, Ye Yu is her son, and she has never considered anything else; but this logic cannot work for Yan'er. In modern society, fifteen years old is just a little girl, but in the Daliang Dynasty, he is already at the age of getting married. Yan'er, who has never had contact with a man, exclaimed softly and bounced her hand away like an electric shock.

"Yan'er, what's wrong? Didn't my aunt lie to you?"

Yan'er put her hand on Ye Yu's forehead again, blushing and her heartbeat, she kept blaming herself: Yan'er, what are you afraid of? Young Master Yu will not move when he is lying on the bed? Just treat it as touching your aunt's pillow.

Ye Ling and Yan'er's words fell into Ye Yu's ears word by word. I had to cooperate with my mother, right? Thinking of this, Ye Yu controlled his true energy from the Du meridian to the Shenting acupoint on his forehead.

Yan'er felt the feeling of warmth, but her brain was a little blank and she couldn't tell whether it was the warmth of contact with men or the kind of warmth that the aunt said...

"Yan'er, although Yu'er can't move, he can know what's going on around him. Yu'er will cry when he sees me sad." Ye Ling didn't care about Yan'er's short-term dementia. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her son's eyes. "I promised to celebrate Yu'er's birthday, but I didn't do it. Yu'er is a good boy, and he didn't blame me at all."

"Auntie, didn't I give you some money? Why did you get beaten? Did your wife beat you?" Ye Ling's words brought Yan'er who was wandering around the world back to reality. When she mentioned her wife, she said a little angrily, "She relied on the old lady's favor and bullied her aunt, but she also brought the maids in our second house who were dissatisfied with her..."

"Hmph!" At this moment, an angry hum came from the door...

I know what happens next, listen to the next breakdown, and continue tonight~~
Chapter completed!