"You, get up." Ji Xiaoxiao remembered it perfectly; the person she was referring to was the woman who had spoken earlier.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled as she looked at the woman, then squatted down and touched her face. The woman had delicate skin, rosy cheeks, and cherry-like lips, making her very alluring.

"I heard I'm the legitimate daughter of the Minister, but to me you seem more like the real deal?" Ji Xiaoxiao was quite puzzled.

Comparing yourself to others will only lead to ruin. Ji Xiaoxiao tried touching her face; it was so rough, so bumpy, so uneven—even a forty-year-old woman wouldn't have skin like that.

"What kind of person is Miss? I am but a lowly servant in this household. Isn't it too much for me to say such things?" The woman's eyes were filled with tears, as if she wanted to cry but held back. She was beautiful and pitiful.

Ji Xiaoxiao ignored them, squinted, raised her head, and scanned the room. The lingering emotions of the original owner still conveyed a deep-seated anger and hatred. Even without knowing what the original owner's memories and wishes were, Ji Xiaoxiao could still do as she pleased and deal with all the arrogant servants and slaves in front of her.

Unable to withstand the pressure and invisible killing intent emanating from Ji Xiaoxiao, many servants who had tasted the sweetness of oppressing their masters harbored resentment and suspicion. A bold man, unable to bear it any longer, patted his behind and, like a hero saving the people from dire straits, burst with a sense of justice, declared that he would represent the masses to eliminate this villain whom everyone had the right to kill.

"I advise you to quit while you're ahead, or I'll let you try this." The man clenched his fist and shook it menacingly.

Ji Xiaoxiao casually kicked aside the obstacles blocking her path, taking one or two steps to stand in front of the man, smiling sweetly at him. Beauty is poison; the man was momentarily stunned. Ji Xiaoxiao opened her hand, grasped his face, and slammed him hard onto the ground. After a jolt, a pothole appeared on the cobblestone path.

Ji Xiaoxiao, being as careful with her strength as possible, didn't kill the man immediately. Sometimes death is a relief. The fear of death, the physical and mental pain, terrified the man so much that he wet himself, and a stench filled the courtyard.

Ji Xiaoxiao frowned deeply, and with a swift, crushing motion, stomped on the man's thigh, bones and all. Before the man could even cry out in pain, he was plunged into endless darkness.

---Aside---

Thank you Shenyu_Qingchen for the flowers, muah ...