Farm Girl's Manor

Facing her father’s distrustful gaze, she silently shed two thick tears inside. Okay, those reasons were indeed true, but they weren’t the root cause. Just to save her own knees from punishment and to prevent the person she liked from leaving a bad impression in her father’s mind, she had no choice but to tell half-truths.

Mo Qingze, contemplating how to give his daughter a light punishment as a stern lesson, had no idea about the little schemes going on in her mind; otherwise, he certainly wouldn’t have gone easy on her and would have chosen a severe punishment instead.

At that moment, seeing Mo Yan looking pitiful, Mo Qingze, who always doted on his children, had already softened a great deal in his heart and definitely couldn’t bring himself to punish her harshly. He could only reluctantly put on a stern father’s facade and said seriously, "This time, Father will forgive you. But if there’s a next time, don’t blame your father for not considering your dignity as a girl and applying family discipline!"

Yes, it was family discipline, a method devised by Mo Qingze to discipline his increasingly unruly son, made from two thin bamboo boards specially used for spanking!

Mo Yan’s vision darkened, and all she could think about were the crisp snapping sounds of the bamboo board meeting Zhenzhen’s buttocks every time he was punished, and she felt her own backside start to hurt. She suddenly decided to keep the real reason a secret, at least until Xiao Ruiyuan became her father’s son-in-law; she definitely wouldn’t reveal it.

Mo Qingze seemed very satisfied with the terrifying effect his words had on his daughter, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "This time, since you’ve indeed done wrong, Father not punishing you would be harming you. You’ll kneel properly before our ancestors until you’ve knelt for four hours!"

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With that, he left in a hurry without looking at his daughter, whose brows were nearly furrowed into a knot, concealing the smile at the corner of his lips. He decided to let his youngest daughter Xin Er bring a soft cushion over, lest he hurt his eldest daughter’s knees!

With one less person in the room, it became extremely quiet. Mo Yan looked at the ancestral tablets on the altar and couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle, but she still knelt down with straight posture.