The old lady's face turned green.

Yuan Zhao stopped looking at her and turned around to examine the group of servants kneeling below. These were all old men who had worked in Songyan Hall for many years.

She said calmly, "You are all responsible for taking care of the young lady. You should be attentive to everything, but you didn't even know that the young lady was lost."

"Biyun, those who looked after the young lady last night will each be given twenty lashes of the cane."

Biyun replied "yes" and dragged the maids and servants out.

After a while, a shrill scream was heard from the yard outside:

"ah!"

"Madam, I know I was wrong!"

"Madam, help me!"

…

The sound of the board falling down became louder and louder, but the cries for mercy gradually faded away.

The remaining people who were still kneeling in the house were trembling like sieves, not knowing what would happen next.

Biyun came in with a stick in her hand, her body splattered with blood. She nodded to Yuan Zhao, "Your Highness, the punishment is over."

Yuan Zhao remained calm and turned to look at the old lady again: "Mother, how do you say we should punish the remaining people?"

The old lady took a deep breath and looked at the bloody board in Biyun's hand with some timidity.

She clutched her sleeve fiercely and could only say, "They've all been sold."

Yuan Zhao has gotten to this point. If she doesn't deal with it, it will probably get even worse.

If it was revealed that she was the one who threw that little bastard out, Yuan Zhao would definitely not let her off.

"Then do as Mother wishes."

I thought this incident would be over, but Yuan Zhao still sat there without moving.

When the old lady saw her staring at Aunt Cui who was still kneeling on the ground, her eyelids twitched.

As expected, Yuan Zhao's next words were:

"Madame Cui is the head madam of Songyan Hall, responsible for all matters of the hall. She should be punished more severely."

The old lady finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to scold her, but Yuan Zhao turned around and said with a smile: "But since Mammy Cui is your mother's personal nanny, I won't sell her off."

"Otherwise, it would be bad if my mother had no one to rely on."

That's about right.

The old lady was thinking that Yuan Zhao was a soft persimmon and didn't dare to disobey her.

Just as I was about to let go of my worry, Yuan Zhao spoke again:

"However, every country has its own laws, and every family has its own rules. If punishment is due, it must be imposed."

"Madam Cui, twenty lashes of the cane, and kneel outside for three days!"

Aunt Cui is the old lady's confidante, and many things are handled by Aunt Cui.

Let her daughter freeze outside all night so she can experience the same feeling.

As soon as Yuan Zhao finished speaking, before the old lady and Aunt Cui could react, Biyun had already dragged Aunt Cui out.

Seeing Aunt Cui being dragged away, the old lady stood up and pointed at Yuan Zhao with a cold brow: "You! You! You!"

There were "bang" and "bang" sounds outside, along with Aunt Cui's screams.

"Yuan Zhao! You are the mistress of the family after all, how can you be so vicious? Madam Cui is already old, how could she possibly withstand twenty lashes of the cane?!"

Yuan Zhao sat there without moving at all. Facing the old lady's accusations, she only hated herself for being blind.

She felt sorry for an old nanny, but had she ever felt sorry for her own granddaughter?

Her hands around Yuan Zhizhi kept tightening, and she only raised her eyelids to glance at the old lady.

This glance made the old lady feel terrified.

What is going on?

How did Yuan Zhao suddenly change from being weak and vulnerable to being so strong and domineering?

Perhaps because she felt guilty, the old lady did not dare to face Yuan Zhao's gaze. She slumped down in the chair and pretended to faint.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhao said, "The old lady is not in good health and cannot stand the sight of blood."

"Gan Tang, after the beating, take Madam Cui to kneel outside Fengqi Courtyard. You will personally supervise her and make her kneel for three full days."

After hearing this, the old lady fainted completely.

Yuan Zhao stood up holding Yuan Zhizhi and looked around at the remaining people in the room.

Gan Tang stood beside her, his back straight.

"Perhaps because His Highness has been ill for so long, many people have forgotten the rules of this palace."

"You'd better think clearly about who is the boss in this mansion!"

Yuan Zhao had neglected household chores for many years, and many people took advantage of the situation and looked down on her.

But today, the servants kneeling in the room trembled and finally understood one thing:

Yuan Zhao was the legitimate wife of the Wei family. It was not that she couldn't take care of her in the past, but that she just didn't want to.

Now that her bottom line has been touched, she can intervene if she wants to!

Moreover, Yuan Zhao had been so good-tempered over the past ten years that everyone in the family, from top to bottom, had forgotten that Yuan Zhao's surname was Yuan.

Yuan is the national surname!

The current emperor is her father, and the crown prince is her biological brother.

Yuan Zhao is not only the mistress of the house, she is also the princess of the current dynasty!

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This warning was indeed effective.

After lunch, someone from Songyan Hall came to report that the old lady had woken up and was throwing a tantrum, and asked someone to invite Wei Shaoqing back home.

After receiving the news, Wei Shaoqing returned home at dinner time and went directly to Songyan Hall.

"My son! Your mother has such a miserable life..."

"Tell me, how did you marry such an arrogant daughter-in-law? She relies on her status as a princess to bully you!"

"That Madam Cui was beaten with twenty boards, her skin torn and flesh exposed, and she's still kneeling in the snow!"

"The next step is, will she use her power to bully others and kick me out of the house?"

…

Wei Shaoqing has been filial since he was young. His family was poor, and his parents relied on carrying firewood and washing clothes to send him to school.

His father died on the eve of his passing the imperial examination, and he did not enjoy the wealth and glory brought by his son.

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