My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 1001 - 551: A Beating Worthwhile (Double-Length)

Chapter 1001: Chapter 551: A Beating Worthwhile (Double-Length)

Since childhood, she didn’t know how many times she had been beaten, she knew the routine well.

"...How can you not feel pain, shouldn’t pain help you remember?" Zhu Pingniang tightened her grip on the whip. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Because I like you?" Huang’er blinked her eyes.

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

Her eyes twitched slightly, immediately on guard: "I don’t buy into that, enough of this... Tell me, what were you saying about me earlier?"

Huang’er knelt on the ground and said honestly, "Just curious, you’re already part of the Immortal Sect, it should be easy to have a good figure, why... why do you look like this now."

The girls in the Flower Moon Building, many of them didn’t have full meals when they were young, so their figures aren’t good.

Is it possible that Zhu Pingniang also went hungry as a child?

"You girls, always thinking about frivolous things." Zhu Pingniang felt the need to lecture, but she also wanted to enlighten the girl, not willing to let her be beaten for nothing, so she said: "Why do you think I look like this?"

"Ms. Qing says something about the soul affecting this kind of thing." Huang’er replied truthfully.

"Ah Qing, you know this stuff?" Zhu Pingniang looked towards Ah Qing, surprised.

"I know a little; the way one is born is determined by fate." Ah Qing nodded.

"There’s truth to that." Zhu Pingniang thought that Ah Qing, as a half-demon, indeed had some skill, though she still gently explained to Ah Qing: "My appearance has nothing to do with the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, it’s purely because I used white silk to bind my form for years before cultivation, so I didn’t grow properly."

Zhu Pingniang talked to her daughter about these past matters without feeling shy or that there was anything she couldn’t say.

She simply liked wearing binding cloths during her teenage years before cultivation, then it became a habit.

After cultivating, although it could enhance physical development, given Zhu Tongjun’s nature at the time, she wouldn’t change herself purposefully just for her figure.

Later, her image became fixed in people’s minds.

A sudden change in form might cause unknown speculations outside, suddenly becoming voluptuous would be truly laughable,

so her appearance remained unchanged.

"That’s how it is." Ah Qing nodded understandingly.

Huang’er blinked: "That’s much easier to understand, Ms. Qing talks about green trees not growing into phoenix trees, leaving people confused."

"Shut up." Zhu Pingniang glared at Huang’er viciously and then turned to Ah Qing, her expression instantly softened: "Ah Qing, do you have any other questions?"

Ah Qing: "..."

This change of face... she had nothing to say.

"It was the binding cloth after all." Ah Qing thought that Zhu Pingniang was nice to her, probably because she wasn’t as close as Huang’er was to her.

With outsiders, one must always remain courteous.

"Don’t mention it. I love the zither, and I can’t recall which book misled me, saying that female zither masters wearing binding cloth are less distracting, making people focus entirely on the music." Zhu Pingniang gritted her teeth, regretting her past choices.

At that time, Zhu Tongjun was all about the zither, not caring about her figure; she only cared about the evaluation of her music by the audience, since Ms. Gu liked the zither.

She was fundamentally different from the current worldly Zhu Pingniang.

If she had known back then that she’d end up this way, she would have surely crafted herself like Ah Bai.

Does a good figure distract the audience’s attention?

Who cares, listen if you want to.

"But Pingniang, your zither skill is indeed the best here." Huang’er interjected with praise: "Have you selected a disciple for the Qin Dao? The sisters are all eagerly waiting."

"Selected, Qingluo is quite fine." Zhu Pingniang clicked her tongue: "But now she... is not in the mood to learn zither... pfft, what does it have to do with you."

Zhu Pingniang whipped Huang’er’s shoulder.

The intense pain made the girl break out in cold sweat instantly.

"You do show some progress." Zhu Pingniang didn’t continue, instead gave the girl time to recover, pondering a bit.

From just a few words, she discerned what Ah Qing had said earlier; she was surprised that Ah Qing, as a half-demon, indeed had some insight, but even though she spoke truths, she lacked emotional intelligence.

"Ah Qing, if you wish to explain these matters to these insensible girls, you can’t say overly profound truths, they won’t understand."

Zhu Pingniang laughed: "Telling them about destiny versus me saying I used binding cloth, which is easier to understand? Oh, I truly used them before."

"Hm." Ah Qing responded.

"Pingniang, so... your soul, is really in its current form?" Huang’er’s lips turned pale with pain, yet she still widened her eyes with curiosity.

"Keep kneeling!" Zhu Pingniang stepped forward and kicked her, without further comment.

Ah Qing: "..."

To be honest.

She felt a bit pity.

But a mother disciplining her daughter isn’t about her feelings, if she were to intervene, the one who’d be displeased would be the one being beaten.

So she could only watch.

Zhu Pingniang looked out the window.

How should she say it?

Indeed, without external forces, a green tree no matter what cannot grow into a phoenix tree.

But with external forces?

Finding a cultivator skilled in Wood Spiritual Power can easily change the essence of a locust tree.

Women are the same.

Wanting a good figure is not difficult?

But the girls love calling her Pingniang, used to using this kind of teasing to sully her name, making her appear more approachable...

How could Zhu Pingniang really be angry over such things.

After all, she could dress this charmingly just to get closer to her daughters.

"However, how I think is one thing, what you say will get you beaten." Zhu Pingniang’s eye twitched.

Huang’er buried her head, thinking Pingniang was actually cute when she was flustered.

"The girls in Beisang City are indeed beautiful." Ah Qing suddenly said.

In her eyes, the women here are extremely special, different from the simple impurity-free Youthful Appearance Pill, it’s a change from the soul.

Take Yun Qian as an example.

This girl’s beauty isn’t just skin deep, even a glimpse, without seeing clearly, gives you a concept of "beauty."

Such similar women are not limited to just one in Beisang City.

To not mention Zhu Pingniang, Miss Lu counts as one, Huang’er too.

Also, former Liu Qingluo was such a mysteriously beautiful woman.

There’s also a rowing maiden she occasionally saw, possessing this sort of... incomprehensible beauty.

Ah Qing, as a Demon Sect Lady, knew all sorts of unconventional methods worldwide, yet even with ten of her, she couldn’t achieve such precise changes without harming a girl’s essence.

Why are they so unusually unique?

Especially when Beisang City also produced a Xu Chang’an, so the secrets here are truly countless.

"Ni Zi, did you understand?" Ah Qing looked at the pained Huang’er on the ground, helplessly.

"Under...stood, shouldn’t have ridiculed Ms. Zhu’s past." Huang’er pitifully moved closer, tugging at Zhu Pingniang’s skirt.

"Ms. Zhu, I know my fault... Please be gentler, I still need to host a celebration banquet for Ms. Qing later."

"Wishful thinking." Zhu Pingniang wrapped the whip around her palm three times, smiling at Huang’er: "If you can walk within half a month, consider me lenient."

Huang’er: "..."

The girl’s pretty face instantly turned pale.

Half a month unable to walk?

Could Pingniang really be this ruthless?

"What’s there to fear." Zhu Pingniang crouched down, whispered a few words in Huang’er’s ear, and saw the little girl’s pale face suddenly blush, resigned to saying: "Go ahead and hit."

"Mm, Ah Qing you should, go out now, so you don’t see me hit too hard, get worried." Zhu Pingniang looked at Ah Qing, whose face was full of concern, pursed her lips: "By the way, your short skirt is quite nice, looks good."

"Yes." Ah Qing’s brows were full of helplessness, she looked down at her short skirt, then pushed the door open and went out to the balcony, leaning against the railing, sighing.

That silly girl.

What does it mean that being beaten to the point of being unable to walk for half a month allows her to take care of her naturally?

Lending care could hardly be worth as much as a harsh beating.

Truly incomprehensible.

While thinking, Ah Qing suddenly looked up, noticing sounds faintly coming from upstairs, causing her to blink more rapidly.

Li Zhibai and Young Master Xu?

What are they talking about?