Raising her palm high in the air, the slap was about to land on her own face when Mo Yan’s eyes flashed fiercely, and with a swift move, she deftly caught the wrist of the woman wearing the married woman’s hairdo, and asked coldly, "Lady, what is the aning of this?"
Fan ijiao never expected her strike to miss. After a mont of stunned confusion, she furiously pressed down, intending to smack the fair and handso face hard. But to her surprise, her wrist was gripped so tightly she could neither pull it back nor swing it down.
"Do you know who I am? You dare to be so disrespectful to , what audacity!" Fan ijiao said ferociously. Her twisted expression, which marred her sowhat attractive face, elicited disgust in others.
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and scrutinized her seriously from head to toe. At last, in Fan ijiao’s expectant gaze, Mo Yan said insincerely, "I’m truly sorry, but I don’t know who you are."
Fan ijiao’s face flushed with anger, and without concern for the passersby in the corridor, she burst out scolding, "You blind little wretch, if I don’t properly discipline you today to give you a lesson you’ll rember, I’ll take on your last na!"
Having said that, she barked at the maids and grannies behind her, "Are you all dead? Why aren’t you helping ?!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Seven or eight maids and grannies got the order and surrounded Mo Yan, ready to seize her. Suddenly, they heard their young mistress let out a painful shriek, "Ah—so painful! Let go, let go, you wretch, unhand imdiately."
The shrill and grating voice echoed throughout the entire second floor. Fan ijiao, in pain, broke out in cold sweat on her forehead. She used all her might to free her almost crushed wrist, but she could not budge Mo Yan’s hand in the slightest.
Seeing this, the maids and grannies were so frightened that they quickly withdrew their hands, fearing that Mo Yan would cripple their young mistress’s hand with a re effort, and even if they captured the culprit, they would still be punished for failing to protect their lady when they returned ho.
With those maids and grannies put in their place, Mo Yan’s gaze returned to Fan ijiao, and she relaxed her grip a little, "Miss, I truly do not know who you are. As for hitting your maid... that is a baseless accusation. She bumped into first, and raised her hand after, many people below saw it. If you don’t believe , Miss, you are welco to go down and ask around."
Although she really wanted to discipline this unruly and foul-mouthed young lady, without knowing her identity, it might cause unnecessary trouble for herself, so she had to restrain herself for the ti being.
Just then, the door of the elegant room next to Mo Yan opened, and out ca Xin Er and her three siblings.
The four youngsters had been waiting in the room for their eldest sister when they heard what seed like an argunt outside, mingled with their sister’s voice, so they hurriedly opened the door and ca out.
Seeing their sister surrounded by a crowd, Xin Er unthinkingly placed herself in front of her younger siblings and asked sowhat fearfully. "Sis, what’s happening?"
Mo Yan gave her siblings a reassuring smile. Her eyes swept over Fan ijiao’s contorted face and she said, "I just had a little misunderstanding with this Miss. I’m explaining it to her right now. You go back inside, I’ll be in shortly."
Xin Er noticed that the Miss was glaring at her sister with an intent to devour her, which clearly was more than just a misunderstanding. Fearing her sister might be at a disadvantage, she pushed her siblings—who were calling out to help their sister—back inside, and said deliberately loud, "Sis, you are a County Lord personally conferred by The Emperor. Even if there has been a misunderstanding, they shouldn’t have laid hands on you. This is an act of insubordination, showing no regard for The Emperor."
Xin Er’s words dropped like a droplet into a sizzling wok, and the crowd around them instantly began to murmur:
"What, a County Lord? This young lady is the Princess Hejia personally conferred by The Emperor last year?"
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