Seeing Hai Tang with bloodshot eyes, the look of someone about to devour another, Yang Mengchen was quite astonished. Hai Tang had never shown such an expression after coming to her side: "What in the world happened?"
"Magistrate Jiayang is dead." Hai Tang’s voice was restrained, clearly with a grinding tone.
Yang Mengchen was startled and wondered who Magistrate Jiayang was? It was no wonder she was unclear; after all, she had never met Magistrate Jiayang.
Sister Jin, noticing Yang Mengchen’s expression, stepped forward and began to explain.
"How did Magistrate Jiayang die?"
"The rumor is that Magistrate Jiayang was playing in the garden, accidentally slipped into a pond, and drowned because she was not rescued in time."
Yang Mengchen was stunned. Magistrate Jiayang was a little girl of six. How could she have gone to play in the garden in such cold weather? Moreover, she should have been accompanied by maids and nannies. Could it be that none were present at the time? Besides, there should be servants around the garden, right? Could none of them have heard any noise or seen her fall into the water? Was that possible?
A thought flashed through Yang Mengchen’s mind—could Ma Tiankun have schemed to kill Magistrate Jiayang to make Long Fengying utterly devastated? If that were true, then Ma Tiankun was utterly devoid of conscience and deserved to be flayed a thousand times!
After nearly twenty years in the Imperial Palace, Sister Jin had seen even stranger and more mysterious things, so she knew at once that there was something fishy about it.
Mo Mei’s face was expressionless.
Hai Tang’s face was cold as frost, and her deep eyes were as dark and bottomless as a black hole. A surge of intense murderous intent suddenly poured out: "Right after Long Fengying returned to Princess Mansion, Shang Jiatao immediately started a huge argument with her, even going so far as to physically assault Long Fengying."
Later, after being provoked by his concubine, Shang Jiatao became convinced that Magistrate Jiayang was not his flesh and blood, so he set up this cruel plan to eliminate her."
Long Fengying had never liked Magistrate Jiayang, but when she saw her body, she still fainted. After waking up, she ordered all the maids and nannies who served Magistrate Jiayang to be executed by beating, and like the Shang family, she considered it an accident and was dealing with Magistrate Jiayang’s aftermath;
So far, this incident has not been spread, and not many people know about it."
Her own mother had died early, and her father not only did not remarry but also raised her through hardships. On the road fleeing famine, to allow her to survive, her father starved to death. frёeωebɳovel.com
Fortunately, her previous master happened to pass by, took pity on her, helped bury her father, and then took her back to Youming Palace.
Now that she knew of Shang Jiatao’s actions, she could empathize and naturally could not contain her fury. If it were not for a trace of rationality, she would have rushed to Princess Mansion to tear that beast Shang Jiatao to pieces!
Even tigers do not eat their offspring, yet Shang Jiatao, upon being instigated by his concubine, heartlessly plotted to kill his own daughter. He was truly worse than pigs and dogs!
Yang Mengchen slammed her hand down heavily on the wooden table beside her, and the table instantly split into pieces, with the valuable teaset on top following toward the ground.
Luckily, Mo Mei was quick, catching the teaset in a flash, preventing it from shattering. It was a set of ancient porcelain that the Emperor had bestowed upon Yang Mengchen, which she was especially fond of. She always used this teaset for tea, and if it broke, she surely would have regretted it afterward.
Seeing that the ancient porcelain teaset wasn’t damaged, Yang Mengchen breathed a sigh of relief, but fury surged within her again. In her past life, her father worked hard on construction sites so that she could go to school, and in the end... And yet, Shang Jiatao cruelly plotted against his own daughter. He deserved to die!
Sister Jin glanced at Hai Tang, who immediately began to clean up the debris on the ground, while Mo Mei took the ancient porcelain teaset to another room.
None of the three were surprised that Yang Mengchen had smashed the large round table with a single palm. On the contrary, they were very concerned that she might have hurt herself. Sister Jin gently took her hand and examined it carefully. Seeing no sign of redness or injury, she was relieved.
"The princess might not be aware, but Prince Consort Shang was deeply spoiled by Madam Shang, a good-for-nothing wastrel. The Changxing Marquis Mansion had long fallen into decline, and to maintain the mansion’s glory, Madam Shang once encouraged Prince Consort Shang to design an incident which implicated him with Princess Fengying;
The Emperor was very angry but eventually bestowed marriage upon the two and, considering the Royal family’s face, arranged a sinecure for Prince Consort Shang at Hanlin Academy as a Compiler;
Although his youngest son had married a princess, it did not bring the glory Madam Shang desired, added to Princess Fengying’s haughty and domineering nature, and her careful guarding of her dowry, the marquis mansion gained no benefit. Furthermore, after Princess Fengying gave birth to Magistrate Jiayang, she could not bear children again, so Madam Shang naturally had many regrets and became angry, refusing to treat Princess Fengying the same as before and continued to push women into Prince Consort Shang’s chambers, and even harbored the delusional hope of having a Common Son legally adopted under Princess Fengying’s name;
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