Chapter 127: Beating Su

The eunuchs and palace maids of Qixiang Palace all rushed forward, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

But given the knives in the hands of the palace guards, Su Qingrong's men could not even take a single step beyond the gate of Zhaohua Palace.

Lian Qiao said to the palace guards, "Go forward and drive them out so that we can close the palace gates and avoid disturbing the Empress's peace."

Upon hearing this, the palace guards followed orders and moved forward with their swords in hand.

The sharp blade was pointed at the people in Qixiang Palace, forcing them back step by step. Lian Qiao ordered people to close the palace gate.

However, just as the heavy palace gate closed a little, another palace maid came running and whispered a few words to Su Qingrong.

A sinister smile flashed across Su Qingrong's face, "Bring her up."

A moment later, a palace maid was tied up and thrown to the ground. Several eunuchs held her in front of them like a hostage. The palace guard's knife almost scratched her face, and the palace guard quickly put the knife back.

Looking through the gap in the crowd, Qiuxia was startled, "That's Xiaowei!"

Lian Qiao took a closer look and saw that the person who was tied up was indeed Xiao Wei. She had gone out to deliver snacks to the Empress not long ago, but was caught by the people from Qixiang Palace.

Seeing this, Qiuxia hurried to report to Jiang Yingli.

"Why did Empress Zhaoyi kidnap the palace maids from our Zhaohua Palace?" Lian Qiao asked gritting her teeth.

"The flowers in your palace gave me a rash on my face. I didn't want to embarrass the people in Zhaohua Palace, but you stopped my people from cutting the flowers, so I had to find the source. This girl must have watered the flowers in your palace quite a bit, so does she have some responsibility for my rash?"

While Su Qingrong was speaking, Qinglian slapped Xiaowei hard in the face.

"How dare you hurt the Empress's noble body? You deserve to be beaten to death!"

Xiaowei was in so much pain that she let out a series of sobs.

"Su Zhaoyi, stop it!" Jiang Yingli walked out of the hall in two steps. She looked at Xiaowei, whose face was flushed, and became even angrier.

Su Qingrong smiled, "Ning Xiuyi, you're finally willing to come out? You wanted to plant these flowers, and if something goes wrong, you can't let a little maid take all the blame."

"You are the one who kidnapped Xiao Wei in a despicable way. Let her go!"

"I want to seek justice for myself, but you are a coward. I have no choice but to teach her a lesson."

Su Qingrong's eyes suddenly became fierce, and she kicked Xiaowei in the stomach.

Xiaowei wanted to curl up in pain, but the eunuch held her tightly, preventing her from moving at all.

But even so, Xiao Wei still managed to lift her eyelids and look at Jiang Yingli, saying weakly, "Your Majesty! Don't worry about me, just close the door."

Seeing Xiaowei being so stubborn, Su Qingrong pretended to slap Xiaowei again.

"Let them in!" Jiang Yingli said without hesitation.

Su Qingrong chuckled with satisfaction, ordered his men to escort Xiao Wei forward, forced the palace guards to retreat, and led two teams of people into Zhaohua Palace.

"Anyone who dares to act rashly should be careful of being hurt by swords and knives!" Qinglian pointed at Xiaowei and looked at the palace guards of Zhaohua Palace.

"Right there, pull it out for me!" Su Qingrong pointed at the peonies in full bloom in the nursery and ordered.

The people she brought with her immediately stepped forward and pretended to pluck the flower.

The palace maids from Zhaohua Palace blocked the way and the two groups started fighting.

Seeing this, Su Qingrong took advantage of the fact that no one dared to attack her, so she grabbed the scissors and rushed towards the peony.

The jealousy and resentment in her eyes made her only able to see the two peonies.

Qiuxia was originally trying to stop the people from Qixiang Palace, but when she saw Su Qingrong actually rushing straight towards the two burning snow plants, she moved faster than anyone else and rushed forward to hug Su Qingrong's legs.

Su Qingrong stumbled and looked down. Qiuxia looked up at her.

"You are not worthy to touch the Empress's flowers."

The eyes of a little palace maid were full of contempt for her. Su Qingrong was completely enraged and stabbed her with a pair of scissors.

The sharp tip of the scissors pierced Qiuxia's shoulder, and blood immediately oozed out. "You dare to stop me? I will kill you!"

Jiang Yingli had just rescued Xiaowei from Su Qingrong's men, and when she turned around, she saw this scene.

Seeing Qiuxia injured, she immediately became furious and pushed Xiaowei to Lianqiao.

"Help her well." After saying that, Jiang Yingli rushed to the nursery.

There were branches that had just been pruned in winter and had not been cleared away yet. There were small thorns on the branches. Jiang Yingli pinched the end where the thorns had not yet grown and picked up a handful.

She held the thorny branch and without saying a word, hit Su Qingrong hard on the side of her face and neck, causing Su Qingrong to turn her head away.

The thorny branches scratched across his cheek, rubbing off his flesh and blood.

Dozens of scratches and bloody marks instantly appeared on Su Qingrong's left face and neck.

"How dare you hurt Qiuxia!"

The sharp pain made Su Qingrong cover her face and scream. Seeing this, Qiuxia quickly snatched the scissors from her hand when she was not paying attention to avoid hurting Jiang Yingli.

Su Qingrong's voice was filled with disbelief.

"Jiang Yingli, are you crazy? Do you think you are Song Wanyan? How dare you hurt me! Ah——!"

Before Su Qingrong could finish her words, Jiang Yingli hit her hard again.

"Do you think I dare? Didn't you say my flowers gave you a rash on your face? Well, I'll tell you what a rash is!"

Su Qingrong was hit again. She screamed in pain and finally remembered to bend her body and cover her face tightly.

However, being hit by the branch was not pleasant either. Jiang Yingli almost hit her so hard that she had to run away in fear.

"Jiang Yingli, you're crazy! You're really crazy! Ah——!"

Seeing this, Qinglian didn't bother to argue with the palace servants of Zhaohua Palace, and rushed forward to hug Su Qingrong.

"Mother! Mother!"

Su Qingrong was in pain and angry, almost unable to stand, and roared with gnashing teeth:

"Do you dare to kill me? Go cut her flowers!"

Qinglian knew that Su Qingrong hated the peony named Zhuoxue very much. She had been beaten, and if she couldn't destroy the flower, the beating would be in vain.

In a flash, Qinglian pushed Jiang Yingli with all her strength, rushed to the front of the nursery, grabbed the two snow-white plants and broke them apart with force.

The gorgeous petals withstood the wind and frost, but the flower stems were pinched off.

The red petals fell on the white snow like crying blood.

Jiang Yingli watched Zhuoxue fall to the ground, and her heart suddenly ached.

Looking at the stunned Jiang Yingli, Su Qingrong grinned, her smile both resentful and complacent.

In winter, all flowers wither, why are you the only one who can wear flowers in your hair? Jiang Yingli, why do you have what no one else has?

She could easily crush her flowers, including herself, with just a move of her hands.

Su Qingrong covered her face and laughed, laughing madly.

Jiang Yingli's gaze turned away from the scorching snow scattered on the ground in a daze. An anger that almost broke through her head made her eyes red.

She glared at Su Qingrong fiercely, stepped forward and snatched the long sword from the palace guard's hand, grasped the hilt, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Su Qingrong. The chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

"Su Qingrong, you're looking for death."

The tone of this sentence was so low that it was almost hoarse, and Su Qingrong couldn't help but shrink her neck.

She had never seen Jiang Yingli so terrifying.

It's just a flower, how could it make her so angry?

After the doubts, Su Qingrong felt more relieved.

It seems that she destroyed something Jiang Yingli cared about very much.

Su Qingrong raised her head, and this action brought the sword blade closer to her neck.

"Do you dare to kill me? I am from the Su family. Jiang Yingli, if you dare to hurt me, you are simply courting death!"