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 do. Miss, you are quite pretty."
After saying this, he raised his eyes and smiled softly, looking even more naive.
Meng Niaoniao was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that she would be so obviously mocking Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying actually praised her.
Is it because I’m not smart enough to hear it?
No wonder she can only be a mistress. She can't even hear such obvious pressure!
On the other hand, she was complacent. Of course, she was good-looking. Apart from the four great talented women in the capital, she was the best in both appearance and talent.
"Thank you..." Meng Niaoniao raised her chin proudly and was about to say "Thank you for being sensible", but Jiang Ying interrupted her with a smile.
"What a shame, you're such a mean person!"
Jiang Ying smiled, but both his eyes and words were icy cold. "Miss, if you have a bad appearance, you can still improve it later, but your bad mouth is like a dog that can't stop eating shit."
…
There was dead silence at the gate of the palace.
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe that Jiang Ying, a concubine, would dare to confront the daughter of the Marquis's family.
That’s right, Meng Niaoniao is a girl from the Marquis’ Mansion, and she is not born out of wedlock.
Her mother and Princess Tong of Prince Jiqin were cousins, so Meng Niaoniao was nominally Yan Zhuo's cousin. Moreover, before the news of Yan Zhuo keeping a concubine came out, Tong had tried every means to force her into Yan Zhuo's wife.
Yan Zhuo was only friendly on the surface, but actually he was full of tricks. First he took her as his mistress, and then he shamelessly asked the emperor to grant him a marriage, making it difficult for Tong Shi to use any of the tricks she had.
"You—" Meng Niaoniao was furious and reached out to slap Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying stepped back and dodged, smiling wryly, "Miss, are you angry already? I'm kindly reminding you that hitting me is okay, but hitting my face, are you sure it doesn't count as hitting Prince Yan's face?"
Everyone in the capital knew that Yan Zhuo doted on her to the extent that he was willing to kneel in the imperial study for a whole night for her.
Therefore, slapping Jiang Ying in the face is tantamount to openly provoking Yan Zhuo.
Of course, Jiang Ying didn’t think that Yan Zhuo would turn against Meng Niaoniao for her, but since Yan Zhuo was not here anyway, why not take advantage of him?
Sure enough, Meng Niaoniao was stabbed at once, her hand frozen in the air, not knowing whether to wave or not.
Seeing this, Madam Meng quickly came to her daughter's rescue, "Niao Niao, come back. Don't lower yourself by fighting with an uneducated country girl."
"Miss..." Siyu hugged the bag, feeling angry and annoyed.
Jiang Ying glanced at her comfortingly, "Siyu, just now this young lady said that we smelled of poverty and sourness. I feel that as a dog, her nose is not very sensitive. She mistook the magical smell in our bag for the smell of poverty and sourness."
"Ah?" Siyu was confused, thinking, in our bag, the only thing with smell is the young master's poop slices, right?
The young master just changed it while pulling it on the carriage, and he hasn't had time to throw it away.
Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Ying smiled and ordered, "Hurry up and take it out for the ladies to see if it really tastes like poverty!"
As soon as Siyu heard this, she knew that Jiang Ying was going to deal with someone. In an instant, she moved more quickly than anyone else. Almost as soon as Jiang Ying finished speaking, she took out the folded baba slices.
Jiang Ying reached out to take it, and without saying a word, he threw it towards Meng Niaoniao's trouser leg, "Miss, you have a bad mouth, smell it again, is this the smell?"
Meng Niaoniao, “…”
Her face was distorted, and her red cheeks were visibly filled with anger.
Ahhhhh, this is outrageous!
This peasant girl's mistress not only called her a dog, but also threw unknown objects at her. She must teach her a lesson today.
But before she could do anything, the maidservant beside Meng Niaoniao turned green in the face, "...Miss, your trouser legs are...stained with something!"
Meng Niaoniao subconsciously bent down to look and reached out to touch it. A yellow sticky substance came out of the soft white fabric and stuck to her trouser legs and shoe uppers. An indescribable sour smell filled the air.
"This, this, this...what is this?" Meng Niaoniao stepped back in panic, her face pale with shock.
Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow. "That's naturally... the smell of fertilizer. Miss, take your time to savor it. We'll go ahead."
Seeing this, Aunt Zhao looked at Jiang Ying deeply 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 she almost yelled at Jiang Ying and others when she spoke.
But after watching the scene just now, she suddenly realized that Jiang Ying did not cause trouble for her. She was lucky, otherwise she would have been the one who suffered the loss.
Behind him, Meng Niaoniao, who lacked life experience, was still asking the maid, "What is fertilizer?"
The little maidservant lowered her head, wishing she could shrink her neck into her stomach. "Miss, the fertilizer we...we usually use is...it's just feces and urine!"
“Ahhhhhhhhh—”
While Meng Niaoniao was screaming like a groundhog, she raised her legs and chased after Jiang Ying. However, Jiang Ying had already walked quite far away. He took three or two steps up the stairs, and with a nimble move, he entered the corner gate.
Looking at Meng Niao Niao who was catching up with her, she said, "What? Miss, are you planning to commit a crime in the Prince Qin's Mansion? I'm afraid this is not a good idea, right?"
"I will kill you!" Meng Niaoniao was so angry that she didn't care about anything else.
However, Madam Meng, who was a step behind her, stopped her again before Meng Niaoniao could make a move, "Niaoniao, no!"
"Mother!" Meng Niao said bitterly.
The bitch actually dared to tease her with her daddy. Why couldn't she deal with her?
She should be caught and beaten, and then her hands should be chopped off, her nose, eyes and mouth should be cut off, and see if she dares to play tricks on her again!
Madam Meng held on to the struggling Meng Niaoniao tightly, glanced at the child in Jiang Ying's arms, and lowered her 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's of low status, we can't kill her. Especially since that child, after all, is of royal blood..."
Mrs. Meng's few words made Jiang Ying look at her again.
Finally, there's someone who doesn't think of himself as a decoration.
Jiang Ying smiled faintly at the person outside the door, "Old people are always wise. Miss Meng, learn more from Madam Meng. Even though you are a dog born into the wrong human body, you still need to learn to behave like a human being and stop barking all day long!"
"You—you—" Meng Niaoniao's face became even more distorted.
Jiang Ying ignored her and walked in happily with the child in his arms.
Little Yanzhi's clumsy palms opened and closed, finally forming a barely perceptible "thumbs up." [Mother is amazing! She dealt with that Meng Niaoniao with just a few words! She couldn't get her scumbag father, so she's incredibly 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 concubine.
But, well, the son’s royal bloodline is pretty impressive, right?
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