Chapter 387 Are you itching for a beating lately?
Seeing Ping'er silently writing the couplets, Chun Tao couldn't help but say, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, Zhao Yuniang has really struck it rich this time. Tell Jiang Pangya to hurry up and curry favor with her, or it will be too late for her."
Chun Tao knew perfectly well that Zhao Yuniang looked down on Jiang Pangya. She secretly hoped the two women would clash, ideally killing each other. The young master loathed women like that.
"No, my mother is busy."
As they spoke, Ping'er chose a spot and pasted up the couplets they had written. Baozhu had applied too much paste, and after pasting the couplets, her hands were covered in it. Ping'er flicked her wrist, and with a "smack," every last drop of paste was splashed onto Chun Tao's skirt.
Chun Tao immediately jumped up and down. When she dodged, her shoes stepped into the mud, and she was instantly furious. She yelled and cursed, "You little beast who was born but not raised! How dare you ruin your aunt's dress like this? This is the only dress I can wear out! I'll chop off your muddy paws!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and tried to grab Ping'er's ear.
However, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Ping'er's dark eyes stared straight at him: "I did it on purpose. What's wrong?"
When Ping'er stared at her like that, Chun Tao felt as if she were being watched by a venomous snake, and a chill ran up her spine. Instinctively, she wanted to withdraw her hand.
After only a few attempts, the little beast somehow gained strength, and even she couldn't do anything to it: "You little beast! Let go of me now, Jiang Pangya, you better get out here and control your little beast!"
Chun Tao's eyes betrayed her shock, and she shouted even louder, "Jiang Pangya! Jiang Pangya! Are you dead at home? Get out here right now!"
“You seem to be very dissatisfied with my mother.” Ping’er’s dark eyes suddenly fixed on Chun Tao, and she squinted and moved closer.
It was the twelfth lunar month, and even with the sun high in the sky, the chill was still biting. Ping'er was dressed in a sky-blue robe, and a red ribbon that Jiang Nuanzhi had cut for the children that morning was tied in his hair. It swayed in the wind by his temples. His jade-like face looked even more festive in this attire, but his dark pupils stared intently at people, a beauty that sent chills down one's spine.
Even though he was half a head shorter than Chun Tao, Chun Tao was so frightened by his appearance that she took several steps back.
Ping'er suddenly laughed: "Remember this, stay away from my mother from now on. If you make my mother unhappy, I will cut out your tongue, pull out your teeth, gouge out your eyes, break your hands and feet, and turn you into a human pig to make my mother happy."
Chun Tao grew increasingly panicked. For every word Ping'er said, she would take a step back. Eventually, she sat down on the ground with a thud, her finger trembling as she pointed at Ping'er for a long time, stammering "you you you" for ages without being able to utter a single word.
"Ping'er, who's here?"
Suddenly, she heard a soft, languid voice. Chun Tao was startled for a moment, and when she saw who it was, she was shocked.
Having not seen this person for a long time, she was momentarily stunned.
I was genuinely startled by that face, and my previous fear dissipated somewhat.
"Jiang Jiang, Fatty, what...what are you going to do!"
Chun Tao glanced at it twice, then her fingers trembled as she looked at Jiang Nuanzhi.
At this moment, Jiang Nuanzhi held a knife in her right hand and several silver needles in her left. Her snow-white clothes were stained with blood, and she looked over with a gloomy expression.
Chun Tao's heart jumped into her throat.
"Chuntao? Are you itching for trouble again? Are you looking for trouble again?" Jiang Nuanzhi frowned at her. "Have you forgotten what I told you?"
Chun Tao's eyes widened immediately: "You, you, you, you're being unreasonable! It was your little beast, he started it..."
"Mother, you've finally come." Ping'er interrupted Chun Tao, straightening her back, pursing her lips, and looking at Jiang Nuanzhi with reddened eyes: "She called me a little beast who was born of a mother but raised without one."
Jiang Nuanzhi's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed. She looked around, picked up the stick, and walked towards the two of them.
Chun Tao's mind went blank for a moment, and some long-forgotten, terrifying images surfaced in her mind.
"Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?"
Jiang Pangya used to be a bit stronger than him, and he couldn't beat her. But now, seeing that she was about the same height as him, and even shorter, he mustered his courage and asked, while honestly taking several steps back.
The next second, the stick in Jiang Nuanzhi's hand landed with a "bang" at her feet, splashing dirty snow all over her skirt. When she met Jiang Nuanzhi's squinting eyes, Chun Tao froze for a moment, then screamed and ran away.
As she ran, she shouted, "Murder! Jiang Pangya has murdered someone!"
Jiang Nuanzhi stared at Chun Tao's stumbling figure with displeasure, then picked up the wooden stick and said, "Why are you so unprogressive, so easily frightened?"
She turned back, intending to reach out and touch Ping'er's head, but seeing the blood on her hands, she instinctively wiped them on her clothes and ultimately didn't touch the child. She simply bent down slightly, her gentle eyes filled with a soft smile: "Ping'er, who said you didn't have a mother? Your mother is right here, isn't she? Have the couplets been put up yet? If they are, come inside with your mother."
Ping'er's previously emotionless eyes softened with a touch of innocent joy: "Yes! I'll listen to Mother."
"Mother, do you dislike Chuntao?" Ping'er asked, her dark eyes glancing lightly at Jiang Nuanzhi's face, as obedient as a fledgling bird waiting to be fed.
"Ugh, that family is so annoying." Jiang Nuanzhi put the piece of wood in her hands down while talking to Ping'er with a smile. "But Ping'er, don't take it to heart. Just treat them like clowns. Don't take their words to heart."
"Oh, by the way, what was she doing here just now?"
Ping'er lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them. He said slowly, "Oh, it's Zhao Yu's family that's hosting a banquet today, inviting Mother to a feast. Mother, I thought that since it's the end of the year, our family's banquet will definitely be much, much better than theirs, so I declined."
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded approvingly: "Good job refusing. It's New Year's Eve today, there's no reason to go to someone else's house."
As the two were talking, they entered the room.
The old man, with blood still dried at the corner of his mouth, was sitting on a chair in the foyer, yet he had already picked up the sausage Jiang Nuanzhi had made and stuffed it into his mouth.
Jiang Nuanzhi was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She took two steps forward and snatched it away, exclaiming, "Ancestor! You are my ancestor! This is alive! How could you spit it into your mouth?"
The old man paused, blinked innocently twice, and pointed to the tall man beside him: "This is what Rong boy gave me to eat."
(End of this chapter)
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