Chapter 310 Justice

That's a really harsh thing to say.

Upon hearing Yue Jiaoluo's words, everyone couldn't help but look down on Meng Lingge even more.

No matter how dignified and elegant she may appear, if she has no official status yet is pregnant, it shows that she is inherently self-deprecating and truly unworthy of respect.

Having lost enough face today, Yue Jiaoluo came to Meng Lingge's door to make her lose face even more. After saying this, seeing Meng Lingge's face darken slightly, she became even more spirited, as if she had won a battle.

"I heard it with my own ears. She told those two guards to call her 'Princess Consort.' Did she think that just because she was pregnant, she could do whatever she wanted? Senior Sister, it was this woman who humiliated me while the King of Northern Frontier was away..."

These words drew criticism and condemnation from martial arts practitioners.

"She actually proclaimed herself a princess. Does the King of Northern Frontier know about this? Commander Ren, are you aware of this?"

"Even if the King of the Northern Frontier dotes on you, you're at most a concubine. We are guests invited by the King of the Northern Frontier's master. Your escorting of Miss Yue with her clothes disheveled is bullying us martial arts people. You have no right to complain!"

"That's right. If you know what's good for you, you should kneel down and apologize right away. For the sake of the King of Northern Frontier, we won't hold it against you."

This woman is carrying the Northern Frontier King's child, so they can't go too far, otherwise, if anything happens to her, the Northern Frontier King will definitely hold them accountable.

She humiliated and tormented Yue Jiaoluo, and all they did was make her kneel down and apologize, which was already very lenient and reasonable. If this woman were smart, she should have stopped while she was ahead.

Although Yue Jiaoman was not very satisfied with the suggestion, Meng Lingge kneeling down and apologizing to her in front of everyone was enough to save some of her face.

Therefore, he did not object, but said imperiously, "What are you still standing there for? Waiting for the King of the Northern Frontier to back you up? If the King of the Northern Frontier finds out what you did tonight, I'm afraid your good days are over."

"Really? You've only known the King of Northern Frontier for less than two days, yet you know him so well?"

Meng Lingge remained calm as she looked at the large group of martial arts practitioners glaring at her and the anxious and helpless Ren Yang beside her. She smiled faintly and said, "It's early autumn and chilly. You are all honored guests of the Prince. How can we let our guests stand in the cold wind in this courtyard? Whether you want an apology or justice, let's move to the living room to discuss this further."

She was so composed, showing no trace of the helplessness and dejection one would expect when someone comes knocking on your door. Instead, she truly resembled the mistress of the house welcoming a distinguished guest.

The group felt like they had punched cotton, leaving them somewhat bewildered.

They ran out when they heard the noise, some without even having time to put on their outer garments. After being reminded, they realized that it was indeed a bit chilly.

They weren't unreasonable people; it's just that Yue Jiaoluo looked so pitiful and wretched when she was taken back earlier, and after hearing her cries, they genuinely believed she had suffered some injustice, which is why they all came to stand up for her.

If Meng Lingge were to confront them head-on, they would certainly not be afraid. Even if the King of the Northern Frontier came, they would still fight to the death.

But now, Meng Lingge had deftly deflected their malice with kindness, making them feel somewhat ashamed. So many people barging into a woman's room in the middle of the night—to put it nicely, they were eager to seek justice; to put it bluntly, they were abusing their power.

If word gets out, it will be a disgrace to the martial arts world.

Seeing that everyone's expressions softened, Meng Lingge looked at the bound Green Water and the two guards and said, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. I can't run away anyway, so please release my people first."

The martial arts practitioners who were holding the three men saw her dignified and calm smile and, as if possessed, let go of her.

"Thank you." Meng Lingge gestured for him to enter.

"Please follow me, everyone."

Ye Guhong stroked his beard, nodded, and smiled, "Good, good, good. This old man is weak and can't stand the cold wind. You're so thoughtful."

With him taking the lead, everyone else followed suit.

While Yue Jiaoluo was stunned, she saw that most of the people were following behind Meng Lingge. The scene that was just tense had become so harmonious. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and stomp her feet in anger.

"Who does she think she is? Thinking she's the mistress of the house? Why are you all following her? Weren't you here to seek justice for me...?"

Yue Jiaoman was also a little surprised, but she remained calm and pulled Yue Jiaoluo along.

"Go and see what tricks she has up her sleeve. With your senior sister here, she definitely won't let her bully you for nothing."

The living room was spacious and had been cleaned by the guards. Everyone came in and found a place to sit.

Meng Lingge returned in a hurry, and the manor had not yet prepared anything to entertain her. Fortunately, Cao Ran's men found the wrecked carriage at the bottom of the cliff and brought their belongings back.

There were some tea leaves inside. Green Water and Autumn Blue went to the kitchen to get hot water, and soon brewed hot tea and brought it in.

The hall was filled with the aroma of tea, and everyone sat in comfortable and spacious seats, chatting in hushed tones.

Meng Lingge personally served tea to Ye Guhong.

"You must be the Prince's master, Elder Ye. I've often heard the Prince mention you, but I'm only now realizing that you are even younger and more witty than the Prince described."

Ye Guhong's eyes narrowed as he smiled.

"You little rascal, you have a sharp eye. And your words are more interesting than that boy's."

No one called his name, and he didn't reveal his skills, so it's unclear how the girl recognized him.

This little girl is calm and collected in the face of adversity, possessing both strength and gentleness; no wonder Wen Zhiming likes her.

"You flatter me."

Meng Lingge smiled respectfully.

Of the group of people, everyone else arrived in a rage, looking like they were about to tear her apart. But this little old man kept secretly observing her with the eyes of an elder looking at a younger person, and he stood guard in front of the group to stop anyone from acting impulsively.

Aside from Wen Zhiming's master, why would anyone else care about her so much?

The old man and the young girl were chatting happily, but this scene deeply stung Yue Jiaoluo's eyes.

She smashed the teacup on the ground, shattering the porcelain and spilling tea, creating a mess that successfully drew everyone's attention.

"How ridiculous! They actually treated you like royalty, acting as if you were the masters. You dared to drink the tea she served? Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

Everyone paused, raising their glasses, but the next second they looked at each other, shook their heads, and chuckled softly.

It's not uncommon for the women of the Northern Frontier King to quarrel and offend other girls, but they don't believe that this woman would dare to poison them, let alone so many of them together.

Furthermore, some of them are exceptional individuals; they can easily determine whether the tea is poisonous by testing it.

After drinking the hot tea, their anger had subsided considerably, and they offered words of comfort.

"We're all women, why make things difficult for each other? Miss Yue didn't suffer any real harm, and this young lady is pregnant. Let's just let it go with her kneeling and offering an apology."

"I think so too. Their attitude was quite good, and Yue Jiaoluo, you were also at fault. Let's just let it go."

Yue Jiaoluo was so angry that her heart ached when she saw that these people had been bought off with just a cup of tea.

"No! Today she either kneels down and apologizes, or she does what I did before—wandering around the palace for an hour, disheveled. Otherwise, I'm going to demand justice from the King of Northern Frontier!"