Although Deng Weimin was the governor and had the power to manage the local political and military affairs, the military affairs he was in charge of did not include the bannermen led by Anjia Oron.
Therefore, even though he had the power to manage military affairs, Anjia Oron was not within his management scope.
Now, facing Anjia Oron's anger, Deng Weimin could only bear it and had no courage to refute. There was no way, because even if we don't talk about the fact that Anjia Oron's official position was higher than his, just saying that Anjia Oron was from the upper three banners and was a royal relative, he was not someone a governor could afford to offend.
Deng Weimin broke out in a cold sweat, secretly sighing that Jiang Ranli had hidden her identity so well that he had never known that she was Anjia Oren's daughter.
"Lord Anjia, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding in this matter. You heard it just now. The reason why my daughter came to find your daughter was because of a conflict due to disagreement yesterday. To be honest, it may all be a misunderstanding. Lord Anjia, please calm down."
After Deng Weimin finished speaking, the disaster victims nearby spoke again.
"Master Deng is wrong. We happened to be there when what happened yesterday happened. When Madam Jiang was busy helping us disaster victims, a few hooligans came to cause trouble. Madam Jiang saw that they often bullied us, so she taught them a lesson. But your daughter went to criticize Madam Jiang without any reason..."
When the disaster victims described what happened yesterday, they went into great detail, which made Deng Weimin's face turn bitter. He originally thought that he could use the word "misunderstanding" to block Anjia Oron's anger, but in the end, Anjia Oron became even angrier.
Listening to the descriptions of the victims, Anjia Oron became more and more angry. It seemed that his daughter was a good person, but she was always bullied by someone who took advantage of her power, and then she was blamed for it, as if he, her father, did not exist.
Anjia Oron snorted coldly and said, "Miss Deng, please tell me how my daughter is of low status and why you call her a brothel owner."
Deng Ningxue shuddered when her name was called. Anjia Oron's aura really frightened her, but she didn't dare to remain silent for fear of angering Anjia Oron even more.
"In reply to Lord Anjia, I didn't know that Mrs. Jiang was your daughter, so, so..."
"Just because you don't know the identity of my daughter, you can bully her by taking advantage of your power?" Anjia Orun replied coldly, taking over Deng Ningxue's words. Then, his cold eyes swept over the officers who had just surrounded Jiang Ranli one by one. "If I hadn't arrived today, how would Miss Deng have planned to bully my daughter by relying on her title as the governor's daughter? Lord Deng, look at the good daughter you have raised."
Deng Weimin was about to cry at this point. He had always been cautious in his official duties and had tried hard to build good relationships with all officials. But now, his own daughter had beaten him back to the days before liberation.
"Lord Anjia, your humble servant, your humble servant..." Deng Weimin stammered and was unable to speak.
Jiang Ranli saw this and couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Look at the way her father protected his son, he was almost like her modern military father. However, her father and Deng Weimin were colleagues after all, and they would have to work together to provide relief to the victims, so this matter could not continue to be deadlocked.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ranli pulled his father's arm and said, "Father, Lord Deng's daughter is still young. If she does something wrong, let Lord Deng go back and teach her a lesson. You just arrived in Jinan and haven't had time to rest yet. Don't worry about your daughter's affairs."
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