Chapter Thirty-Five: Warmth
“Miss Yuan, as you have seen, this was all done by Shen Sanlang alone, and has nothing to do with us.”
Yuan Siyin squatted down and placed her hand behind Yu Shiyan's head, carefully helping him sit up. Then she looked at them and sneered, "The work of one person?"
Purple Iris!
Zi Yuan hurriedly came out and stood in front of the group.
"Replying to Miss, this young man in yellow punched the Seventh Prince twice in the stomach."
The person next to him got slapped in the face, four times in total.
The young man in blue punched and kicked him a total of twelve times.
Besides kicking the Seventh Prince three times and stepping on his head, this young master Shen also slapped him twice.
The group was all taken aback.
"us……"
Think before you speak.
You are all blind. My maid's eyes are perfectly fine, she is not blind.
She witnessed the whole thing. If anything you say doesn't match her words in even one word, I'll pull out your teeth one by one.
Yu Shiyan heard a faint voice in his ear, but he couldn't make it out clearly. He could only manage to take a breath and open his eyes with difficulty.
A touch of red catches the eye, like autumn maple leaves, vibrant and dazzling.
It's her.
Yu Shiyan swallowed the metallic taste in his throat with a strange sense of relief.
In this palace, no one else liked to wear such bright red clothes, and no one could dress more elegantly than her.
Although he knew that the person holding him was Yuan Siyin, he still felt inexplicably warm from the hand on his face.
"You... Yuan Siyin! How dare you speak so arrogantly! We are all descendants of those granted official titles!"
I'm only letting you off the hook because you're a woman, what right do you have to do that!
"Why should I?"
Yuan Siyin gestured for Ziyuan to come and help Yu Shiyan up, then stood up herself and straightened her whip without any hesitation.
"Because I am Yuan Siyin!"
Her voice was firm and resolute, brimming with confidence.
“You are the descendants of the hereditary monarchs, and I, Yuan Siyin, am Yuan Siyin.”
One must take responsibility for one's actions. Even if I pulled out all your teeth one by one, I dare say it was all done by me, Yuan Siyin.
Do you dare?
Seeing them staring at each other in silence, Yuan Siyin gave a disdainful snort.
"That's right, you wouldn't dare."
After all, if this matter were to reach the Emperor's ears, you wouldn't be in a good position either, would you?
"To publicly and maliciously assault a member of the royal family—that single crime is enough to strip you of your hereditary titles."
"If that's the case, then what about you? You were clearly worse than us. Everyone knows that you beat this useless... Seventh Prince so badly that he was bedridden for a month?"
Shen Ruozhu spoke up defiantly, but seeing Yuan Siyin flick the whip, she immediately withdrew it.
"Yes, I did hit it, I admit it."
I wanted to be punished, but I wasn't. What could I do? I'm just a woman.
She shrugged helplessly, borrowing his previous rebuttal, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"As for you... let alone whether you can withstand His Majesty's thunderous wrath, with your condition, you wouldn't even be able to endure the caning punishment in the Inner Palace, let alone a bamboo whipping from your own father."
Moreover, what if the punishment is even more severe than caning?
Yuan Siyin raised her voice and put on a seemingly kind smile: "There are two ways now."
First, it's public.
I took my maid and told my aunt the whole story, and then my aunt spoke to the Emperor about it properly..."
"No way! Who knows when your maid arrived? Besides, she's one of yours. Right and wrong aren't entirely determined by her word! No way!"
Yuan Siyin had just extended a finger when they all interrupted her.
"Don't rush me, I haven't finished yet. Besides, don't you yourselves know whether it's black or white?"
She parted her red lips slightly.
The group lowered their heads guiltily and remained silent.
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