In any case, she was his own granddaughter. No matter how big of a mistake she made, the old man would still feel sorry for her.
In fact, the person he wanted to punish the most was Xiang Qiuci.
All of this was because of her!
Leng Jiuchen rushed to the ancestral hall of the Leng family. From Afar, he saw a figure dressed in military green kneeling in front of the tablets of the ancestors of the Leng family.
The name written on the tablet that Leng Jiao was facing was: Leng Yan!
He was their father who had sacrificed his life for the country.
As he walked closer, the long bloody scars on Leng Jiao’s back were even more eye-catching. The blood stains had already dried up.
Leng Jiuchen counted and found three bloody scars.
Their old master didn’t show any mercy this time. He didn’t miss a single whip, and even the whip was bleeding.
Leng Jiao’s body had long been stiff, but even if she was stiff, she was still standing straight.
