A withered old woman, dressed in fine silk and satin, was helped in by a maid.
However, his body had long since collapsed due to years of poverty and hard work, and he could no longer support such magnificent clothes.
It would look out of place then.
"Is this your home? Are you sure?"
Jing Le was instantly delighted; he had taken the young one away, and now the old one had arrived.
This is a mother and son working together.
Why is it that anything related to the Emperor always seems to encounter such bizarre situations?
Not only Jing Le was puzzled, but the Third Prince and the others were also puzzled.
They hadn't paid attention to these little things before. If Jing Le hadn't come to see for himself today, who knows how badly these people would have ruined Emperor Jing's reputation.
The proverb "A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole" illustrates this point.
Never underestimate anyone, and never underestimate any small matter.
Sometimes, the key to success or failure often lies in a small matter.
"You short-lived little brat, what right do you have to interrupt when the adults aren't speaking? Is this my house or yours?"
The old woman, her face sharp and mean, strode over to Jing Le and pointed at him, cursing:
"Believe it or not, I'll have my son sell you to a brothel, so you'll grow up to be ridden by a thousand men and slept with by ten thousand... Ah!"
The faces of the people present turned ashen. Before Jing Le could make a move, Ying Liu drew his sword and sliced off the protruding finger.
The old woman collapsed to the ground in pain, blood splattering all over her face.
[Good, decisive enough, I like it.]
Jing Le looked at Ying Liu with satisfaction and gave him an approving look.
Duan Feibai: Damn it, someone beat me to such a good opportunity to show off! No, I need to get back to practicing martial arts.
Third Prince: Hey, what's wrong with you, Shadow Six? You're the furthest away, why are you stealing my job? Would it kill you to let me show off a little?
Ying Liu remained unmoved by the resentful looks from Duan Feibai and the Third Prince.
Shadow Six: Hmph, I'll seize every opportunity to impress the little princess. I heard from Shadow Three that the little princess is planning to teach them immortal techniques.
How can we not show off?
What if the little princess thinks I'm performing too poorly and doesn't want to teach me anymore?
The old woman on the ground held her severed hand, wailing in agony and cursing under her breath:
"Ouch, it hurts so much! You just wait, my son is the Emperor's man, I'll make you pay with your lives for my finger..."
"You brat, come help me up, you just want me to die, don't you... Ouch..."
The maid following behind had never seen such a bloody scene before and was too frightened to step forward.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
If her parents hadn't died, and her uncle and aunt hadn't sold her to this place to save money for her cousin's wedding, she wouldn't have to serve this old geezer.
"Heh, still have the energy to talk? Looks like you haven't been taught a lesson enough, Shadow Six."
Jing Le narrowed her eyes, but the smile on her lips was unusually cold.
Judging from this old woman's attitude, she must have done this kind of thing many times, and may have even harmed quite a few people.
She wouldn't waste her compassion on the wrong people; for such people, her heart was harder than stone.
"Yes, Master."
Shadow Six swung his sword, and the old woman, who had only lost one finger earlier, now had her entire hand, including her wrist, severed.
"ah!"
Blood splattered everywhere, and the old woman completely lost consciousness.
Those who witnessed this scene trembled with fear.
Jing Le's act of making an example of someone to scare others has achieved a good effect.
The dozen or so farmhands all lowered their heads, not daring to look any further.
"Take me to the fields."
Jing Le pointed to Xu Dazhuang, who had answered earlier, and said.
This villa is quite large; including the space behind it, it's about the size of three football fields.
Jing Le's divine sense had already seen the villa clearly.
She just couldn't say it; she needed someone to guide her.
"Yes, yes, this humble subject will take the princess there immediately."
Xu Daqiang immediately knelt down on the ground. Ying Liu had just said that this place already belonged to Princess Anle.
And all these people revolve around Jing Le and listen to her.
The age matches, and that's in addition to what just happened.
A sense of awe welled up within me instantly.
Let's go.
"Princess, this way please."
Jing Le and the others followed Xu Dazhuang, who was leading the way with trembling hands and feet, and left.
After they had gone quite a distance, the dozen or so people present gasped in surprise.
"Was that little girl a princess?"
"Oh no, we didn't kneel down at all! Will the princess punish us?"
“This is a small matter for us. The real problem is with Xu Daqiang and his mother. Don’t forget that the former emperor here now belongs to the princess, not Xu Daqiang.”
"Our hard times are finally coming to an end..."
They are all the oppressed ones; now that the real power has arrived, they should be able to stay...
On the other side, Jing Le looked at the crops in the field with mixed feelings.
Having seen modern farmland, seeing the sparse and scattered farmland here is almost unbelievable.
"What is the current yield of grain per acre in these fields?"
"Your Highness, at the best time last year, one mu of millet could yield around 260 jin, and rice 300 jin."
(Because the capital city is located in the middle of the north and south, both northern and southern grains can survive here.)
"However, the weather has been unfavorable this year, and production may only be half of last year's."
Xu Dazhuang looked at the sparse crops in the field, his face full of bitterness, and then explained:
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