Jingrou nodded knowingly, "Does being a professor mean you have to endure physical pain and be whipped by the nanny?"
Her voice was clear and crisp, with a pleasant, sweet, childlike quality. Under normal circumstances, it would definitely put people at ease.
These words struck the hearts of the group like a thunderbolt. Minghui was also taken aback and glanced at Jingrou. They had agreed to persuade Consort Ping together, but they hadn't expected her to be so direct.
She had big almond-shaped eyes, and she looked up at people obediently, her face still showing an innocent and naive look, as if she really didn't understand the matter.
Yes, why is that? Does the nanny have the power to punish the princess?
Her small face was still delicate, and her adorable baby fat made people itch to pinch it and compare it with the clouds in the sky to see which one was softer.
Consort Ping's eyes widened in fear at this moment.
Mingxuan's hands tightened instantly.
"What?" Consort Ping wondered if she hadn't heard him clearly.
Then she turned to look at Mingxuan again and saw the nervous look on Mingxuan's face, but he was looking at her with pitiful eyes.
Hitara was also taken aback. Even though she had been working in the palace for many years, she was suddenly stumped by a question from a young girl.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously glanced at her master.
However, she quickly regained her composure, smiled slightly, and said, "Princess Qixia is truly joking. How could this servant dare to be disrespectful? It was just that when teaching etiquette, the princess was sleepy, or perhaps she stumbled and fell due to a misstep. When the princess is not yet proficient with those flowerpot-soled shoes, she will inevitably fall and bump a few times. How could I punish her! Master knows all these things, but the princess is still young. If she complains to this servant, it's nothing... It's my dereliction of duty. If I knew the princess was dissatisfied, I should have let her scold or beat her as she pleased. How could I have allowed Princess Qixia to come and speak?" Her face showed a hint of bitterness, and then she continued with a sense of loss, "But it's fine if you complain to this servant, but the princess must not complain to Master. Master's intentions are all for the princess... How can the learning of etiquette stop? One must endure hardship... This servant has misspoke."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and wiped away her tears, looking as if her feelings had been betrayed.
Consort Ping found it very distressing to see her like this. No matter what, she had worked hard and made great contributions. Even if she had bumped into something, all the responsibility could not be placed on her.
Jingrou, watching from the side, almost wanted to applaud her.
She had never actually witnessed any intrigue or backstabbing before, and the woman in front of her now was the most skilled actress she had ever seen.
But recommendations aren't just for three- or five-year-old children; how could they not understand the meaning behind her words? She acted as if she were the only one who was wronged, and that everyone else owed her something.
"Consort Ping's love for her son is undoubtedly unwavering, but I don't know what you're thinking. Or are you using Consort Ping's name to secretly plot some punishment? If Your Highness doesn't believe me, you can take a look at Mingxuan's scars. Are they really as Jingrou said? If it was just an accident, how could so many marks have been left?"
What is the truth of the matter? Aren't there still wounds? We can't just rely on anyone's words without evidence, can we? Jingrou slightly raised her chin.
Jingrou puffed out her cheeks, looking somewhat angry.
In any case, in other people's eyes she is just a child. Even if she says something excessive or wrong, not many people will criticize her. As long as the true face of this hypocritical old woman can be exposed, then it will all be worth it!
Hitara frowned. Wasn't it only natural to teach the little princess a lesson?
Otherwise, why would those precious and arrogant princesses listen to her and obediently learn the rules?
The reason she was able to teach so many people and gain the favor of the ladies in the palace was because of her effective teaching, wasn't it? How could she expect her to teach people well while being unwilling to let them suffer?
She took it for granted that she was the only one who treated the princess this way. There were many more ruthless women in the palace than her, not to mention her own master…
"No pain, no gain," isn't that what Consort Ping believed?
She felt she had already held back; even if there was punishment, it wasn't too severe. Afterwards, she even had someone apply ointment, but only to relatively hidden places…
Princess Mingxuan, now that she's been trained to this state, shouldn't have any objections! Xitala narrowed her eyes and finally fixed her gaze on Jingrou.
After carefully recalling the events, Hitara realized that he hadn't done anything wrong; it was just that the little girl in front of him was deliberately picking a fight!
Jingrou snorted. At this moment, she wanted to see whose words this dignified and upright Consort Ping should believe.
The old woman was someone she trusted completely, and having been by her side for so long, she had always been capable and shrewd…
At this moment, Minghui stepped forward and rolled up Mingxuan's sleeves. Pingpin subconsciously wanted to stop her, thinking that a girl's body should not be treated like this.
“Your Majesty, there is no one else in this palace right now! Mingxuan is sensible and knows you are busy, so she never wants to trouble you with these matters. However, her current condition is indeed very bad. Your Majesty, with your loving motherly heart, you must also want to know the truth, right?”
“Mingxuan hesitated for a long time, but ultimately she trusted her mother the most, so she was willing to tell you everything. But she had no choice; there were wolves around her, and she was really scared.”
At this moment, Mingxuan's eyes were filled with tears.
In the brief moment that Consort Ping hesitated, Minghui had already rolled up Mingxuan's sleeves, revealing several shocking, now somewhat purplish-blue marks that caught the attention of the group.
Consort Ping gasped.
The last time she saw Mingxuan's injuries was when he tripped and fell while stepping on flowerpot shoes, leaving his knees bruised and red.
She felt a pang of sympathy.
At that time, the nanny said that she had just fallen and instructed someone to apply some medicated oil to her, and then she didn't pay much attention to it.
Where don't students learn etiquette and sometimes get into fights? But what happened to this arm? It wasn't from bumps and scrapes, but from being hit?!?
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