Chapter 33: The Dirty Hairpin Repels the Mistress

Zhao Wuji's order echoed in the courtyard.

Every word weighs like a heavy stone.

They struck into the hearts of everyone present.

The butler immediately bowed and accepted the order.

He turned around and began to dispatch people.

The guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion took quick action.

They surrounded Jingsiyuan from all directions.

The previous surprise was replaced by a solemn atmosphere.

Li Ruolan's face turned pale in an instant.

She clutched the handkerchief tightly in her hand.

His knuckles were slightly blue from the force.

Her authority as the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion was completely undermined.

Zhao Wuji deprived her of her jurisdiction in front of all the servants.

This embarrassed her more than any direct rebuke could have.

A mixture of humiliation and resentment burned in her heart.

She couldn't accept such an outcome.

She had to do something to save face.

She took a deep breath.

She forced herself to suppress the throbbing in her heart.

A proper smile returned to her face.

She walked slowly to Ling Zixia.

Her voice was so gentle that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

"My sister looks terrified."

She stretched out her hand as if to support Ling Zixia.

"Sister will help you go back to the yard to rest."

This action is full of the mistress's care for her concubine.

This is also an extremely insidious temptation.

She was challenging the order Zhao Wuji had just given.

She wanted to see how Zhao Wuji would react.

She also wanted to see if this bitch dared to refuse the mistress's kindness.

Huamei and several other maids who were close to Li Ruolan immediately followed.

They tried to push away the little maid who was originally supporting Ling Zixia.

A silent power struggle unfolded in an instant.

Ling Zixia's body shrank back.

She seemed very afraid of Li Ruolan's approach.

She held onto the maid's arm which was shaking constantly.

She still held the silver hairpin in her other hand.

That was what Li Ruolan gave her just now.

"Mother... your daughter-in-law dares not trouble you..."

Her voice was small and timid.

Li Ruolan's smile became even gentler.

She said without a doubt.

"Why should we talk about different things when we are one family?"

Her hand was about to touch Ling Zixia's sleeve.

At this critical moment.

Ling Zixia's hand suddenly loosened.

The silver hairpin slipped from her fingers.

The crisp sound of tinkling bells rang out in the silent courtyard.

The silver hairpin fell on the bluestone steps.

It bounced twice before coming to rest.

Li Ruolan's movements froze in mid-air.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the silver hairpin.

Ling Zixia let out a short cry of surprise.

She looked at the silver hairpin on the ground in panic.

Her face was full of panic as if she had done something wrong.

"Ah... Mother's hairpin..."

She seemed to want to bend down to pick it up.

But the next scene made everyone gasp.

The silver hairpin that fell to the ground was undergoing strange changes.

A hint of black air emerged on its originally smooth and bright surface.

The black gas spread rapidly like a living thing.

It only took a blink of an eye.

The entire silver hairpin turned as black as ink.

It was as if it had been burned in a raging fire.

But this is not the end.

Tiny bubbles began to appear on the surface of the silver hairpin.

The "sizzling" sound of corrosion can be clearly heard.

A layer of silvery-white powder peeled off from the hairpin.

The exquisite silver hairpin was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A cold breath came from the hairpin.

The maids closest to her even shuddered.

It was as if the hairpin had turned into a piece of ice from the underworld.

The temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop a few degrees.

The smile on Li Ruolan's face completely froze.

She looked at the rotting hairpin on the ground in horror.

The hairpin was in her bun not long ago.

She seemed to see her future fate.

She subconsciously took a big step back.

She looked at Ling Zixia as if she was looking at a monster.

Ling Zixia was also "scared" by the scene before her.

She looked at her right hand in horror.

It was as if that hand was something ominous.

She kept shaking her head.

Tears welled up in my eyes again.

"It's not me... I didn't mean to..."

She turned towards Li Ruolan.

She bent her knees and was about to kneel.

"Mother, please forgive me...I really didn't mean it..."

Her cry was full of innocence and fear.

This scene was even more shocking than the dissolving bird corpse just now.

Dissolving dead matter is an understandable force.

However, this strange ability of causing anything to rot immediately after it touches something is unheard of.

It's a curse.

A vicious curse that is impossible to defend against.

Zhao Wenxuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He looked at Ling Zixia's frail back.

The seed of fear in my heart is sprouting wildly.

He began to be glad that he had not acted rashly last night.

Zhao Wuji's face was extremely gloomy.

He looked at the silver hairpin on the ground that was almost turned into powder.

He looked at Ling Zixia who was crying bitterly.

He finally understood it completely.

This woman is a deadly weapon once unsheathed.

She can hurt people.

She is more capable of hurting herself.

Anyone who tries to control her must pay the price.

Li Ruolan's behavior just now was undoubtedly stupid.

Zhao Wuji didn't even look at his wife.

He spoke to the guard commander who had just assembled.

There was no emotion in his voice.

"What are you waiting for?"

The guard commander shuddered.

He immediately shouted orders.

"Everyone listen."

"Escort Aunt Ling back to Jingsiyuan."

A dozen strong guards immediately stepped forward.

But they didn't dare get too close.

They kept a strange distance from Ling Zixia.

They formed a loose circle.

They were not escorting a concubine.

They were transporting an extremely dangerous item.

The little maid who was supporting Ling Zixia was already pale with fear.

She wanted to let go but didn't dare.

Ling Zixia took advantage of the situation and leaned most of her body weight over.

She was supported by the little maid.

Surrounded by a group of guards.

Walk towards Jingsiyuan step by step.

From beginning to end, she didn't even look at Li Ruolan.

In the huge courtyard.

Only Li Ruolan and a few of her trusted maids were left.

They stood there stiffly.

They were nailed to the ground by invisible shame.

The silver hairpin on the ground had completely turned into ashes.

It seemed as if silently mocking their overestimation of their own abilities.

Zhao Wuji turned and walked towards his study.

He paused as he passed by Zhao Wenxuan.

He said in a voice that only the father and son could hear.

"Stay away from her from now on."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Zhao Wenxuan looked at his father's back.

He looked in the direction of Jingsiyuan again.

Finally, his eyes fell on his mother's distraught face.

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness swept over his whole body.

This home.

From today on.

The world has completely changed.