Wei Yichen continued, "The Military Prefecture has no ancestral shrine, so kneeling before our ancestors' spirits is an obsolete regulation. However, the corresponding penalty of being flogged should still be administered."
Wei Yichen's words felt like a bucket of ice water being poured over Wei Qingwan's head.
Thirty lashes, how could she endure that?
Wei Qingwan looked at Wei Yichen, who spoke these words, unable to believe that her gentle and warm-hearted older brother would say something so cruel.
Yunshi, who overheard this, was equally shocked. Since she married into the Wei family, she had never seen anyone in the house subjected to such a punishment.
Not to mention a hundred strokes, even thirty would be too much for any ordinary woman to bear.
Yunshi turned to Wei Mingting, "My Lord, isn't this punishment ... a little harsh? Someone could die from it."
Wei Mingting retorted, "If Ruoruo hadn't saved him in time, could you guarantee that Yichen would still be alive now?"