"Shut up!"
Master Ye suddenly shouted, startling Su Muyao.
When he turned around and faced Yan Ning, his chubby face immediately filled with a fawning smile again.
He straightened his chest and said righteously and sternly:
"Master Yan, you are my daughter's savior! I believe everything you say!"
"You say they bullied you, then they definitely bullied you!"
Master Ye glared at his small eyes, then waved his hand at the servants with an imposing air:
"Guards! Take these three ungrateful bastards who dared to bully my distinguished guests to the woodshed! Lock them up!"
"Remember, only give them water and coarse bread! Let them taste what it's like to be bullied!"
[Pfft! Master Ye is such a smooth talker!]
[Rough steamed buns with water, amazing! This is the perfect way to deal with Su green tea!]
[Master Ye: My benefactor, do you think this punishment is severe enough?]
"What?! The woodshed?! You dare!"
Su Muyao simply couldn't believe her ears!
She, the dignified young lady of the Su family, was actually going to be locked in a filthy and smelly woodshed and forced to eat pig swill?!
Feng Jun also panicked: "Master Ye! It's a misunderstanding! It really is a misunderstanding! Yan Ning is exaggerating!"
Qi Minghao struggled even harder, his face turning red:
"Let me go! You have no right to lock us up!"
"Take him away! Stop making noise!"
Master Ye waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.
Several burly servants immediately stepped forward.
They roughly put the three people, who were still struggling and cursing, back on their feet.
No matter how much they kicked, punched, and shouted, they dragged him out of the room.
"Yan Ning! You just wait! I won't let you get away with this—!"
Su Muyao's shrill screams drifted far away down the corridor outside the door.
In the end, only indistinct sobs and dragging sounds remained.
The room fell silent instantly.
Yan Ning blinked, looking at the empty doorway.
The tearful expression from just moments ago vanished without a trace.
A sly, smug smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.
She clapped her hands and gave Master Ye a sweet smile:
"Thank you so much, Master Ye, for upholding justice!"
Master Ye immediately grinned from ear to ear:
"Of course, of course! I'm glad my benefactor is satisfied! Here, here, the pigeon soup is still warm, or you could... uh..."
He looked at Yan Ning's face, which fell instantly, and her obviously swollen belly.
He abruptly changed the subject, "Why don't you take a good rest, my benefactor? Conserving your energy is the most important thing!"
What a clever little devil...
So cute.
Xie Huaiye watched Yan Ning's performance with perfect control from the side.
A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, and he gently shook his head.
[Hahaha, Ningning's face-changing speed is amazing!]
[Master Ye: My greatest happiness is seeing my benefactor happy!]
[Sun Gou: Even if the sky falls, I won't stop eating!]
[Su Muyao: Yan Ning! I will never forgive you! (Impotent rage)]
[Hilarious! The difference in treatment between Su Muyao and Yan Ning is like night and day!]
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afternoon.
After finishing her meal, Yan Ning strolled into the courtyard.
She nestled comfortably in the recliner, squinting her eyes as she enjoyed the sun.
On the other side of the courtyard, Biyun was working hard.
Yesterday, the town mayor learned that Yan Ning was injured, so he asked her to go to the Ye residence to take care of Yan Ning.
Because she was quiet and petite, she was naturally assigned the dirtiest and most tiring jobs by the other servants.
Her face was flushed, and beads of sweat were streaming down her forehead.
Yan Ning's lazy voice drifted over: "Bi Yun."
Biyun immediately stopped what she was doing and turned around.
A pair of large eyes looked at Yan Ning, with a questioning look.
"Are you tired?" Yan Ning's voice was like a softened candy.
Biyun nodded vigorously.
She pointed to her sweaty temples and the heavy broom.
She then made a back-pounding motion, her little face scrunched up, the meaning couldn't be clearer:
I'm so tired, completely exhausted!
Yan Ning smiled slightly and gestured with her chin toward the woodshed.
Biyun looked in that direction and her eyes lit up.
Yan Ning then made a gesture of releasing them, "Let the three of them out. They can work for you. If they misbehave, you can whip them."
Biyun's eyes curved into crescent moons.
She silently grinned and quickly nodded.
She jogged over, picked up the heavy whip, and felt her back straighten up.
She gave Yan Ning a reassuring gesture and walked briskly towards the woodshed.
The door to the woodshed creaked open.
The three people inside were tightly bound, looking dejected.
The sudden light made them squint.
Biyun deftly untied the rope.
Su Muyao rubbed her numb wrist, a hint of secret joy rising in her heart.
Has Master Ye calmed down? Is he going to let them go?
She followed Biyun out of the woodshed, her steps becoming lighter.
But once you get to the center of the courtyard...
The joy on her face instantly froze, turning into ice.
In the very center of the courtyard, there stood a huge basket!
It was piled high with freshly dug sweet potatoes covered in mud.
Like a small hill!
There were also buckets, brushes and several empty baskets next to it.
Peeling corn has been replaced by washing sweet potatoes? It's dirtier and more tiring!
Su Muyao's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
The other two looked at the basket of sweet potatoes covered in mud.
I gasped, my legs trembling.
Yan Ning swayed comfortably in the recliner, her eyes still closed, and slowly began to speak:
"You all saw it? Today's job is to wash this basket of sweet potatoes clean, not a single speck of mud is allowed."
Su Muyao trembled with rage, pointing at Yan Ning and screaming:
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