Seeing that there were no other members of the Mu family behind the little dumpling and Mu Yanxiu, Jiang Yuanyuan said coldly:
"I was the one who first took a liking to this hairpin."
The little dumpling rubbed its aching palms and said with dissatisfaction, "I got it first, but you snatched it away."
Jiang Yuanyuan, however, waved the hairpin in her hand triumphantly.
"Now that the hairpin is in my hands, it's mine."
Jiang Yuanyuan didn't particularly like the hairpin, but since the little dumpling liked it, she absolutely couldn't give it to her!
Mu Yanxiu, who was standing next to her, immediately became furious. She pointed at Jiang Yuanyuan's nose and shouted:
"You brat, give the hairpin back to my aunt right now."
Jiang Yuanyuan's eyes widened, and she gripped the hairpin even tighter.
"I won't pay it back!"
Mu Yanxiu stomped her foot in anger and reached out to snatch the hairpin away.
Jiang Yuanyuan is always the one taking things from others; how could she possibly let others take things from her?
Although Jiang Yuanyuan and Mu Yanxiu were the same age, Jiang Yuanyuan was naturally strong, and she pushed the smaller Mu Yanxiu to the ground.
Mu Yanxiu fell hard on her bottom, her hand hitting a small pebble on the ground, which made her cry loudly.
Jiang Yuanyuan looked at the little dumpling and Mu Yanxiu triumphantly, letting out a cold snort.
When the little dumpling saw Mu Yanxiu being bullied, it clenched its little hands into fists.
She glared angrily at Jiang Yuanyuan.
"Apologize to my little niece!"
Jiang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, inexplicably intimidated by the little dumpling's imposing presence.
But she quickly realized that if she apologized, she would lose face.
Last time at the Mu family's house, the little dumpling made her lose face, and this time, Jiang Yuanyuan will not back down no matter what.
"I won't apologize." After saying that, Jiang Yuanyuan reached out to push the little dumpling again.
Unexpectedly, the little dumpling grabbed her hands.
Jiang Yuanyuan gritted her teeth and tried to move forward, but the little dumpling was too strong, and she couldn't move at all.
With a sudden burst of strength, the little dumpling pushed Jiang Yuanyuan directly towards him.
Jiang Yuanyuan stumbled several steps, tearing her skirt in the process.
Jiang Yuanyuan cried out in pain, never expecting to be defeated by someone who was half a head shorter than her.
The little dumpling glanced indifferently at Jiang Yuanyuan, then reached out to help Mu Yanxiu up.
Mu Yanxiu was already shocked by the little dumpling's push, and said with tears in her eyes:
"Wow, Auntie, you're so strong! She's as strong as an ox, and you managed to throw her this far."
The little dumpling held Mu Yanxiu's hand, giggled, and said:
"It's because she bullied you."
"You're my little niece, I have to protect you."
Jiang Yuanyuan felt both pained and ashamed. She glanced at the lotus hairpin lying to the side and her face turned fierce.
Jiang Yuanyuan clutched the hairpin in her hand, got up from the ground, and ran straight towards the little dumpling.
Jiang Yuanyuan pointed the hairpin at the little girl's face, her mind filled with only one thought—slash her face, slash her face.
When the little girl saw Jiang Yuanyuan rushing towards her, she quickly waved her hand to dodge, but the hairpin left a bloody mark on the back of her hand.
"You country bumpkin, what right do you have to take my things?"
Jiang Yuanyuan said through gritted teeth, and unwillingly raised her hand to swing it again.
When the little dumpling saw the sharp hairpin tip slicing towards her face, she was so frightened that she pushed Jiang Yuanyuan to the ground with all her might.
Jiang Yuanyuan fell to the ground in a disheveled state, but this time she felt a burning sensation on her face.
Jiang Yuanyuan reached up and touched her face, her fingertips immediately stained with blood.
"Ah!" Jiang Yuanyuan cried out, scrambling to her feet and grabbing a mirror from the jewelry stall.
In the mirror, Jiang Yuanyuan's face showed a long, bloody welt.
It turned out that when she fell, the hairpin in Jiang Yuanyuan's hand had cut her face.
Jiang Yuanyuan smashed the mirror on the ground, covered her face with one hand, and pointed at the little dumpling with the other.
"It's you, it's you! You're the one who slashed my face."
When Xiao Tuanzi and Mu Yanxiu saw the bloodstains on Jiang Yuanyuan's face, the two children were also frightened and somewhat panicked.
Mu Yanxiu clutched the little girl's clothes tightly, hiding behind her.
The little dumpling shook its head, its heart pounding.
She just wanted to push Jiang Yuanyuan away; she didn't slash her face.
Sun Mingzhu and several wives of officials were admiring flowers not far away. She was trying to curry favor with these ladies when she heard her daughter crying.
Sun Mingzhu was startled and quickly led the ladies to look for the source of the sound.
"What's wrong? Why is my baby crying?" Sun Mingzhu knelt down with heartache when she saw Jiang Yuanyuan's crying figure.
But when she saw Jiang Yuanyuan's face, she screamed and covered her mouth.
"Who did this! Who did this! Who slashed my daughter's face?"
Sun Mingzhu's eyes blazed with anger as she shouted at the people around her.
The little dumpling was startled by Sun Mingzhu's voice, and Mu Yanxiu cried out in fear.
When Jiang Yuanyuan saw her mother, she cried even more pitifully. She pointed to the lotus hairpin on the ground, then to the little dumpling, and said:
"Mother, it was her, she scratched my face with a hairpin."
Sun Mingzhu glanced sideways and grabbed the little dumpling.
"It was you! You're the one who slashed my daughter's face."
The little boy was pulled painfully by Sun Mingzhu, and explained with a sob in his voice, "It wasn't me, I just pushed her, I didn't scratch her face."
Sun Mingzhu looked around and, seeing no one from the Mu family, and remembering the wives of officials standing behind her, pulled the little dumpling to the jewelry stall owner.
The stall owner was a short, stout man in his fifties. He could tell at a glance that Sun Mingzhu's attire was not that of an ordinary person.
“I am the First Lady of the Earl of Shen’an’s Mansion.” Sun Mingzhu looked at the stall owner with a threatening gaze.
"I will not pursue your fault for now, but you just need to tell me, did this girl use the hairpin to cut my daughter's face?"
The stall owner was terrified when he heard Sun Mingzhu's identity.
Without a second thought, he nodded repeatedly and said, "It was this girl who slashed this young lady's face. I saw it with my own eyes just now."
More and more people gathered around, and upon hearing the stall owner's words, they all turned to look at the little dumpling.
"You're lying, I didn't scratch her face at all." The little dumpling protested, but Sun Mingzhu covered her mouth.
Sun Mingzhu continued, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
The stall owner glanced at the little girl and said loudly, "This young lady came to buy a hairpin, but this girl insisted on taking it from her. The young lady tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen. She even hit the young lady and scratched her face with the hairpin."
"Oh my god, that's terrifying."
"Such ruthless at such a young age, what will he be like when he grows up and kills people!"
"She's quite cute, but I never expected her to be so cruel."
"This young lady is so pitiful, running into a scheming woman while buying a hairpin."
"He must be jealous of that young lady's good family background."
After the stall owner's words, the onlookers began to criticize the little dumpling.
Sun Mingzhu looked at the stall owner with satisfaction and whispered to him, "You'll get your reward later."
The stall owner immediately started bowing and scraping to Sun Mingzhu, as if he wanted to be her slave.
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