Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1412 - 895: Bringing Charges and Demanding Justice
The chicken feather duster in hand swiftly swung like the wind, enacting a scene where the loving mother’s duster beats upon the child’s body.
The force was evidently not withheld or ambiguous, Baili An’s hand resting on Ying Ji’s leg suddenly clenched in pain.
He let out a low moan, instinctively wanting to struggle and stand up.
In full view of everyone, like a mischievous child being spanked by his mother, the thought was truly suffocating!
Lady Ying Ji’s momentum was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, her narrow phoenix eyes glaring roundly, as if a furious mother tigress spreading killing intent, extending her claw to press her unruly cub.
With one hand, she gripped Baili An’s neck, while the chicken feather duster furiously fell, flinging tri-colored feathers into disarray, a few landing on her head, making her look both fierce and comical.
Baili An flailed like a duck caught in water, suspended in the air.
Logically, such slight physical pain should not cause him such intense reaction, whether it was the embarrassment of being spanked like a child in front of everyone, or some other reason.
The tension in his body showed he feared and resisted intensely.
In fact, this was a little secret known only to mother and son.
From young till grown, Ying Ji showed immense affection for Baili An, but far from indulging him.
It was in the year of the Demon Prison infiltration into Central Netherworld to assassinate the Heavenly Seal Sword Master Baili Yu, Demon Prison Xing Wu failed the assassination, and abducted Baili An as a hostage, successfully escaping from the Xijian Sect.
Months later, Baili An was successfully rescued back, and for the first time in her life, she flew into a thunderous rage at her son.
Using this chicken feather duster, she extracted Baili An’s psychological shadow out.
No one knows a child better than his mother.
The infamous reputation of Demon Prison Xing Wu was feared by all in the world.
No one would dare associate with such a demon killer.
And no one imagined that at the time Baili An voluntarily put himself in danger, becoming Xing Wu’s hostage.
Originally, the hostage then was the son of the Country of Qin, Shen Jibai...
Ying Ji deeply understood her son’s character, though praiseworthy from a moral perspective.
At such a young age, he had the spirit of selflessness, worth being proud of.
Yet in her heart, not a trace of pride was born, only endless dread.
Only then, and for the first time, did she beat him like that.
Resolutely stern to a degree that moved Baili Yu, who exceptionally defended his son and stood up for him.
That lesson, Baili An remembered painfully, even though it was its only occurrence.
But from then on, Baili An, like the lady main master of Tiansheng Sect upon seeing a mermaid, shivered upon sight of the familiar tri-colored chicken feather duster.
He originally intended to endure this encounter until Ying Ji’s anger passed.
Who knew she had no intention of stopping, even noticing his grit to endure.
The nameless fire in her heart burned even more fiercely, her jade-like face slightly twisted.
She laughed angrily, paused her motion, and gritted her teeth: "Is there anything left unsaid?"
Baili An stubbornly remained silent, eyes misted, just casting a glance at Yin Baishuang.
Who would have thought she had a small wallet hanging from her wrist, filled with seeds, cracking them with a mean-spirited smirk while watching the show.
Previously when riding him, the promises of never letting him suffer or feel pain seemed today to be consumed by a dog.
Failing to get a response from Baili An, Ying Ji narrowed her eyes and sneered, resorting to her trump card.
Directly pulling down Baili An’s trousers, stabilizing his neck, she swung the feather duster roundly, smack smack!
Among the escort team of Central Netherworld’s citizens, many female heroic spirits saw this scene, their faces quickly flushed.
Hands covered their cheeks, peering through their fingers, muttering in awe.
Had anyone seen with their own eyes, who could have imagined the Crown Prince, who once bloodily purged the National Governance Hall and decisively cleared court, would one day be pinned over Empress’s leg and spanked?
Wow, would they be silenced now?
But how stimulating, how splendid, escorting the Crown Prince out of Imperial City was truly a worthwhile journey!
In hundreds of years, it’s unlikely to witness such a show.
Baili An, usually steady and mature, rarely emitted cries even when frightened pale in the Tianxi Sword Sect’s Scorpion Pit.
Yet today, under Lady Ying Ji’s ferocious gust-swinging feather duster, his complexion turned white, finally he couldn’t help but howled.
Yet Ying Ji showed no slack, with a fierce demeanor unwilling to relent until the feather duster broke.
The swish of the feather duster was like a storm, words almost squeezed out through Ying Ji’s clenched teeth:
"Any more?! Any more?! Run? Your little short legs sure can run fast? Keep running, where do you think you can run?"
Bite-seed Yin Baishuang kindly remarked: "Lady Ying Ji, his legs aren’t actually short, you need some confidence in yourself."
Ying Ji’s swinging motion didn’t cease, yet she nodded with a warm smile to Yin Baishuang.
Then looking down at Baili An, revealed again a fierce tiger ready to devour, her face flushed reddish, apparently intending to act seriously.
Baili An’s skin tensed up, his eyes rimmed with red, his body shivering finely, slowly lifting a flushed handsome face, seeming ready to yield and admit fault.
