Bab 585: Chapter 588: The Pure Heart of a Child

A welting, purplish whip mark emerged on Ye Xinglan's back all of a sudden.

Ye Xinglan's body trembled. He nearly screamed out loud, but in the end, he clenched his teeth and held it in.

Zhen Yuan knew that for Ye Xinglan, the most agonizing part was not the pain from the whip wound, but the humiliation that came with the whipping.

Thus, although he didn't use his full strength when he brought down the whip, he used more than half of his strength.

After a dozen or so lashes, Ye Xinglan was drenched in sweat, his hair soaked through with cold sweat. His arms supporting him against the wall and his legs holding up his body were all trembling.

Zhen Yuan stopped, probing, "Young Master?"

Ye Xinglan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, "Go on! I can bear it."

He had been brought up as the heir of the Ye Family since childhood.

Whether it was his maternal grandfather or his parents, they all tried their best to give him the utmost dignity and face, having never reprimanded him.