Chapter 255 The Princess's Personality
"Hmph, you think you can pretend you don't know me?" Mu Chong's voice was fierce as he pulled Cao Pan'er into his arms and held her tightly. "Since that Granny Liu just introduced me as the heir of the Jin family, why did you still only call me 'Young Master'? This is clearly..."
Cao Pan'er had intended to put on a brave face and see if she could dodge the situation, but she broke down in an instant and said arrogantly, "Let me go. No matter who you are or who I am, I will not accept this 'guest' from you tonight."
Now, Mu Chong is a full head taller than Cao Pan'er, and her violent aura is bursting out. She grips Cao Pan'er's wrist tightly and refuses to let go: "Hmph, do you still think you're the same Sister Cao you used to be? Come to think of it, you're not young anymore, you're in your late twenties or early thirties, right? You're already a middle-aged woman who has had children, so why are you pretending to be chaste?"
Mu Xi peeked around, and once her initial panic subsided, she grabbed a small fruit knife and tucked it into her sleeve, then picked up the matching white jade wine pot beside her...
Normally, Cao Pan'er would resort to self-degradation to borrow guests as a last resort, but today, facing Mu Chong, she would absolutely refuse.
Not to mention Cao Pan'er's refusal, she herself couldn't just stand by and watch this happen.
Mu Chong was also indirectly responsible for the death of Cao Pan'er's child, and was the beginning of all of Cao Pan'er's misfortunes.
Cao Pan'er struggled several times but couldn't break free. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mu Xi holding a wine pot, ready to attack. Suddenly, her attitude changed completely, and she bumped into Mu Chong's arms: "Alright, since Third Young Master's interest in me hasn't diminished, then let's go..."
As they were talking, he took the initiative to put his other arm around Mu Chong and made a "go" gesture to Mu Xi from behind Mu Chong.
Under these circumstances, how could Mu Xi simply walk away? Instead, she picked up the wine pot, took two steps forward, and smashed it against the back of Mu Chong's head.
With a "crack", the wine pot shattered on the ground.
Mu Chong seemed to have anticipated this and dodged, then turned back and saw Mu Xi. His eyes narrowed instantly: "You..."
Mu Xi missed her first attack and grabbed Cao Pan'er, ready to run outside.
As the door opened, guards who had heard the commotion inside rushed in.
Mu Xi and Cao Pan'er had nowhere to escape.
Mu Chong grinned maliciously, "Hahaha...hahaha...you...you really are a woman...hahaha...I didn't believe it when my uncle told me, so many years...so many years...you back then..."
He didn't know how to vent his emotions, and his whole body became frantic and distorted.
With things having come to this point, Mu Xi had no way to avoid it. She took out a fruit knife from her sleeve and stabbed him.
Before he could even get close to Mu Chong, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and shoulder. The knife fell to the ground, already caught by Mu Chong's guards.
"Hey, wait, don't hurt these two. Tonight, I want to get along well with them..." Mu Chong's maniacal laughter stopped, but his face became even more ferocious. He went over and drew a long sword from one of the guards, then dismissed him, "All of you, step outside and don't spoil my enjoyment."
The guards glanced warily at Mu Xi and Cao Pan'er, seeing that they were just two frail women who didn't seem to know any martial arts, so they left as instructed, but didn't close the door.
Mu Chong brandished the tip of his sword in front of Mu Xi: "Do you still remember how you used your sword to intimidate me back then? Prince... Prince... a fake like you dared to be so arrogant... Heh... today I'll let you taste it too..."
At this point, Mu Xi was utterly despondent, her mind filled with thoughts of how to die without indignity.
At that moment, a pure and noble voice emerged in my mind: "Why are you afraid of him? Wouldn't that be lowering your own status?"
Mu Xi was taken aback and immediately remembered that there was a "princess personality" in the inner void, but what use was a mere verbal emphasis on identity now?
Just as she was hesitating, the princess's personality forcefully broke free from controlling Mu Xi's body. Her originally hunched back straightened instantly, and she looked directly at Mu Chong again: "Whatever happened back then was your own fault. Although you are in power today, don't forget that even if I am a girl, I am still your own sister. What can you do to me? The Jin Fangjun Mansion is all in this together, sharing both glory and ruin."
The princess simply stood there, still dressed in coarse cloth, her face smudged with grime and yellow oil, yet possessing an innate, unyielding dignity, like an ice lotus in a winter night. Her voice uttered slowly, unhurried and composed. Furthermore, her once clear and bright eyes, neither angry nor timid, held a serene calm that seemed to see through everything, enough to make any unholy aura retreat.
Mu Chong was instantly stunned, and his breath caught in his throat.
After a long pause, his lips trembled, his Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and he tried to say something, but only managed a broken, breathy sound: "You...you...stop using blood ties as an excuse. If you cared even a little bit about blood relations, you wouldn't have gone this far..."
“It’s nothing serious. You walked your own path. When has this county ever harmed you?” The county magistrate’s personality was dignified and unassailable.
The two were already of similar height, but Mu Chong felt as if he was being looked down upon again.
Mu Chong was momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by the imposing aura. But as soon as he lowered his head, something seemed to come to mind, and his once overwhelming hatred transformed into a ferocious rage: "You didn't harm me? Your very existence is the greatest obstacle to me. You...you all...with you around, when has Father ever given me a second glance? Hahaha...but, heaven has mercy! The once proud and unapproachable prince...has fallen to this lowest, most filthy place, becoming something worse than a lowly servant, hahaha..."
Years of pent-up jealousy, resentment, inferiority, and shame found their most unbearable outlet at this moment—his once high and mighty "eldest brother" had fallen to a level worse than the lowest servant.
Mu Chong burst into wild laughter, letting out a shrill, ear-piercing laugh like a night owl, carrying an almost manic sense of exhilaration.
The princess remained calm and composed, her clear and gentle voice still speaking: "Since you say this place is lowly, yet you've come here, is it because you yourself consider yourself lowly that you see this place as lowly, or is it that because this place is lowly, you've become a lowly person here? People... originally have no distinction of high or low, noble or base; it's only based on their actions that people admire or despise. If you don't despise yourself, no one can despise you. This principle, I fear, has never been explained to you before, but today I, the princess, tell you, hoping it's not too late."
Mu Chong stopped his ferocious laughter as the princess's personality became clear and bright. He staggered a step, his body swaying with excitement, and he couldn't understand a word of what she said: "No matter what you say, since you've fallen into my hands, I'll make you...you suffer."
As he spoke, Mu Chong raised his long sword again, aiming it at the very center of the princess's heart. The sword tip pierced through her coarse cloth clothes, and blood stained the fabric.
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