Who has arrived?
The little dumpling and the ball looked at each other and ran towards the sound of footsteps.
They bumped into the person coming from the opposite direction.
"Huh? It's you?"
What are you doing here?
The little dumpling and the person who came shouted at the same time.
The little dumpling stopped and looked at the Princess Consort of the South in front of her with a puzzled expression. Behind her was a group of servants.
Facing her stern-faced aunt, the little girl nervously greeted her, "Greetings, Princess Consort of the South."
Princess Nan glanced at the little dumpling; she still remembered how arrogant and rude the little princess had been at the palace banquet.
Although she didn't have a good impression of her, the Princess Consort of the South reluctantly hummed in agreement, out of consideration for the fact that the Princess Consort only had eyes for the Prince of the South.
Princess Nan clearly didn't want to say anything more to the little dumpling, and simply walked past her to the back.
When the Princess Consort of the South arrived at the backyard, she saw Mu Ran bleeding from all seven orifices.
Princess Nan's expression changed drastically; she never expected to see a dead person in Fuyang Palace.
She had only received news that someone was practicing evil magic in Fuyang Palace. Remembering her past relationship with Princess Zhaochun, she came to investigate, only to find a dead body.
Princess Nan took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed herself down. She said to the people around her, "Go and see if the person is dead or not."
The attendant immediately went over, checked his pulse, and reported to the Princess Consort of the South: "Your Highness, the person has already stopped breathing, but his body is still warm, so he has obviously only been dead for a short time."
He just died not long ago?
Princess Nan turned to look at the little boy, her eyes filled with suspicion, and questioned him:
How did you get here?
Just as the little dumpling was about to come back, its trouser leg was bitten by the ball.
Qiuqiu: "If you tell her the whole story, do you think she'll believe you? She'll just think you're crazy."
Knocking on the door at midnight, soul leaving the body, blood being drawn and name being asked, golden bubbles... none of these things seem like nonsense.
The little dumpling pursed her lips, unsure how to answer the Princess Consort of the South.
She didn't even know why Mu Ran had suddenly died when her soul had returned to her original body.
Her reaction only deepened the Princess Consort's suspicions.
Princess Nan, her brows furrowed in anger, demanded, "Did you kill her?"
The little dumpling quickly waved its hands, "No, no!"
She was trying to help Sister Mu Ran, how could she have caused her death?
Princess Nan gazed at the incense and candles scattered on the ground, and the talismans around her.
This is clearly an act of witchcraft. The death of a palace maid is a small matter, but the use of witchcraft in the palace is a serious matter!
Princess Nan quickly changed her expression and said softly, "With me here, what are you afraid of? She is just a palace maid, while you are the only daughter of the Grand General and Princess Rongchang, personally bestowed by the Emperor."
"Even if you kill her, nothing will happen, right?"
Princess Nan gently coaxed her, and she refused to believe it. He was just a child; a few words of coaxing and he would fall into her trap.
But the little dumpling firmly said, "I don't know anything. I didn't hurt Sister Mu Ran."
Princess Nan's face instantly darkened, and her tone changed. "If it wasn't you, who else could it be? You're the only one here, and she just died. Do you really think this has nothing to do with you?"
"Guards! Lock her up until she tells the truth."
The little girl looked at the two servants approaching her without any panic; her chubby little face even held a touch of awe-inspiring authority.
"Who dares to touch this princess!"
The little girl clenched her fists. She still remembered what her father had told her when she entered the palace.
Behind her was the entire Mu family; there was no need to tolerate anything, and she should act when the time was right.
Princess Nan stared at her in astonishment. In just a few days, her small face had acquired a hint of Mu Tingzheng's thunderous might.
The two attendants stopped and looked at the Princess Consort with difficulty, saying, "Your Highness, this is the daughter of the Great General Who Protects the Nation. What if he finds out..."
The two servants swallowed hard. That was the living Yama, a king among the corpses on the battlefield. Now, this little princess was the king's precious treasure. Who would dare to touch her?
Princess Nan was furious at their cowardly behavior, feeling utterly humiliated. Unable to contain her anger, she snapped:
"I am the Princess Consort of the Southern Kingdom! If you don't take action, you'll end up like that palace maid, dying a miserable death here!"
Princess Nan didn't care about anything else. Since Mu Tingzheng wasn't here, she had to get revenge!
Even if we can't hurt the little girl, locking her up for a few days to vent our anger would be good.
Ugh! If we don't act now, we'll die!
The servant sighed and had no choice but to reach out and grab the little dumpling.
But as soon as they bent down to grab her, the little dumpling punched them in the face.
"Ouch!" the two cried out in pain, covering their eyes and wailing.
It's like a living devil gave birth to a little devil; the two of them are equally ruthless!
"snort!"
The little dumpling snorted and kicked one of them, knocking them to the ground.
This little guy is surprisingly strong.
Princess Nan was so angry that her hands trembled. "You! You killed someone and beat someone! Do you think this is your own home? This is the palace!"
"So what if I'm in the palace?" The little girl put her hands on her hips. This aunt had disliked her from the first moment she saw her and had been targeting her ever since. Now she suddenly appeared to cause trouble again.
The little dumpling was not one to be trifled with. She said quite arrogantly, "My aunt said that I should treat the palace as my home and not be restrained."
"This is the home of the Empress's aunt. You are the Princess Consort of the Southern Kingdom. What right do you have to point fingers at me here?"
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