Jiang Ying: Haha.
She adjusted the way she held the child, lowered her eyes, and looked gentle and harmless. "Really? I feel the exact opposite of what you think. Miss, she is actually quite pretty."
After saying this, he raised his eyes and smiled softly, looking even more naive.
Meng Weiwei was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that she was so obviously mocking Jiang Ying, and Jiang Ying actually praised her.
Is it because you are not smart enough to hear it?
No wonder she can only be a concubine, she can't even hear such obvious squeezing!
On the other hand, she was complacent. Of course, she was good-looking. Except for the young ladies in the capital, she was the best in both appearance and temperament.
“Thank you…” Meng Weiwei raised her chin proudly and was about to say ‘Thank you for knowing face’, but Jiang Ying interrupted her with a smile.
"What a shame, you are so mean!"
Jiang Ying smiled, but his eyes and words were extremely cold. "Miss, if you have a bad appearance, you can still change it, but your bad mouth is like a dog that can't change its nature to eat shit."
…
There was deathly silence at the gate of the palace.
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe that Jiang Ying, a concubine, had the guts to force herself upon the daughter of a marquis.
That’s right, the daughter of the Marquis Mengwei’s mansion is not a concubine’s daughter.
Her mother and Princess Jiqin Tong were cousins, so Meng Weiwei was nominally Yan Zhuo's cousin. Moreover, before the news of Yan Zhuo's keeping a concubine came out, Tong tried every means to force her into being Yan Zhuo's legal wife.
Although he appeared to be friendly on the surface, he actually did a lot of small things. First, he had an affair with his mistress, and then he shamelessly asked the emperor for a marriage. Even if Tong had ten thousand ways to cover up, it would be difficult for her to use them.
"You——" Meng Weiwei was furious and stretched out her hand to slap Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying took a step back and dodged, smiling, "Miss, are you upset? I kindly remind you, Miss, I'm not nervous, but my face, are you sure you don't count it as Prince Yan's face?"
Everyone in the capital knew that Yan Zhuo doted on her, to the extent that he would kneel in the imperial study for a whole night just for her.
Therefore, Jiang Ying's face was tantamount to open provocation.
Of course, Jiang Ying didn’t think that Yan Zhuo would turn against Meng Weiwei because of her, but since Yan Zhuo was not here anyway, why not take advantage of him?
As expected, Meng Weiwei was stabbed at once, his hand frozen in the air, unable to move or stop.
Seeing this, Meng Xiaoxiao hurried to rescue his daughter, "Xiaoxiao, come back, don't lower your status by fighting with an ill-educated country girl."
"Girl..." Siyu hugged the bag, feeling angry and resentful.
Jiang Ying glanced at her comfortingly, "Siyu, this lady just said that we smell sour. I feel that as a dog, her nose is not very sensitive. She mistakenly smelled the magical smell in our bag as sour."
"Ah?" Siyu was confused, thinking, in our bag, the smelly thing is just the young master's poop slices?
The young master had just pulled the carriage and changed it, and hadn't had time to throw it away.
Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Ying smiled and ordered, "Hurry up, take it out and show it to the ladies to see if it tastes sour or not!"
As soon as Siyu heard it, she knew that Jiang Ying was ready to clean up. In an instant, she moved more quickly than anyone else. Almost as soon as Jiang Ying finished speaking, she took out the stacked poop slices.
Jiang Ying reached out to take it, and without saying anything, threw it towards Meng Zhenzhen's trouser leg, "Miss, you mean-mouthed girl, do you want to smell this again?"
Meng Weiwei, "..."
Her face was distorted, and her red cheeks were visibly filled with anger.
Ahhhh, this doesn't make sense!
This peasant mistress not only scolded her like a dog, but also threw unidentified objects at her. She had to teach her a lesson today.
But before she could make a move, the maidservant beside Meng Weiwei turned green in the face, "...Miss, your trouser legs are...stained with something!"
Meng Weiwei subconsciously bent down to look and reached out to touch it. A yellow sticky substance came out from the soft white material and stuck to her trouser legs and shoe uppers. An indescribable sour smell filled the air.
"This, this, this...what is this?" Emperor Meng Cang stepped back, his face pale with shock.
Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow, "Of course it smells like fertilizer. Miss, take your time to savor it. We'll go ahead."
Seeing this, Grandma Zhao looked at Jiang Ying deeply for several times and reminded her, "Excuse me, young lady. With your status, you can only go through the side door and not the main entrance."
Her attitude was not like this at the beginning. She was arrogant and ferocious, and when she spoke to Jiang Ying and others, it was almost like she was yelling.
But after watching that scene just now, she suddenly realized that Jiang Ying didn't cause her trouble, which meant she was lucky, otherwise the loser might have found her long ago.
Behind him, Meng Weiwei, who lacked life experience, was still asking the maid, "Fertilizer, what is it?"
The little maid lowered her head, wishing she could shrink her neck into her stomach, "Miss, we...we usually use fertilizers, just...just shit and urine!"
“Aaaaaaaa——”
Meng Weiwei let out a rat-like scream and started to chase after Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying had already walked quite far away. He took two or three steps up the stairs and nimbly entered the corner door.
He looked at Meng Weiwei who was chasing him with a sly look, "What, Miss, you are considered to be committing a crime in the Qinwang Mansion? I'm afraid this is not a good idea, right?"
"I killed you!" Meng Weiwei was furious and didn't care about anything else.
However, Meng Xiaoxiao, who was a step slower than her, stopped her again before Meng Xiaoxiao made a move, "Xiao Xiaoxiao, no!"
"Mother!" Meng Weiwei said hatefully.
The little bitch actually dared to tease her with her daddy, why couldn't she deal with her?
She should be caught and beaten, then her hands should be chopped off, her nose, eyes and mouth should be cut off, and then she will be dared to play tricks on her or make fun of her again!
Meng Xiaoxiao held on to the struggling Meng Xiaoxiao tightly, glanced at Jiang Yinghuai's child, and lowered his voice, "She gave birth to a son for Prince Yan. Even the emperor knew about this and ordered Prince Yan to take her as a concubine.
"So, even though she is of low status, we cannot kill her, especially since the child is of royal blood after all..."
Meng Xiaoxiao's few words made Jiang Ying look at her more.
Finally, a brain that isn't meant for decoration.
Jiang Ying smiled faintly at the door, "Jiang is still very hot, Miss Meng, let's learn more from Meng. Although the dog was born in the wrong fetus, we still have to work hard to learn how to do it, no 놆, no 놚 Barking all day long!”
“You—you—” Meng Weiwei’s face became even more distorted.
Jiang Ying ignored her and walked in happily holding the child.
Xiao Yan's clumsy hands opened and closed, and finally formed a not-so-obvious "thumbs-up". [Mother is so powerful, she dealt with Meng Weiwei with just a few words! She couldn't ask for anything from her scumbag father, so she was extremely jealous of mother! ]
Jiang Ying walked while curling his lips, saying, "That's not necessary."
At least she didn't think there was anything glorious about being Yan Zhuo's mistress.
But, um, the son's royal bloodline is pretty intimidating, right?
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