There was a commotion at the front of the carriage. Nan Yi frowned and said, "Never mind me, go and see what happened."
A shrill girl's voice, mixed with sobs, pierced Nan Yi's ears. The voice sounded familiar; who could it be?
A strange sense of unease welled up inside her, and she hurriedly took a few steps forward. Before she knew it, Yiren came running over with a mournful face, her hair disheveled, and she pulled her mistress through the crowd with a look of surprise and uncertainty, shouting incoherently, "Mistress, it's Qiaoqiao, she bumped her face and is bleeding."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, "Damn it, which blind bastard caused this? I'll cripple him."
In her haste, she blurted out some vulgarities. She had a good relationship with Xiao Xi and treated Xiao Qiao like a younger sister. She would never allow anyone to bully Qiao Qiao in front of her own doorstep.
Yi Ren was terrified, her lips twitching. Uh, that bastard seems to be from her own household.
Yinzhen stood at the scene of the accident, directing the maids to carefully lift Xiao Qiao. Nan Yi rushed over in anger, but he stopped her, using his soft hand to shield her eyes from the bloody and chaotic scene, afraid that she would be uncomfortable seeing it. He scolded her in a low voice, "Nonsense, be careful not to offend your eyes. Hurry up and go into the manor." His words were full of concern.
She turned her head away and looked over, her eyes narrowed instantly, her heart pounded so hard she almost fainted, and she saw that Liu, the personal nanny of the Nara clan, was holding her familiar little body in her arms—Xiao Qiao. The silver-red ice silk satin dress was the one she had chosen to make for Xiao Xi.
Xiao Qiao was hit hard, blood gushing from her forehead, sliding down her face and onto her clothes, a horrifying sight, leaving a pool of crimson blood on the ground.
Nan Yi was frantic, but Yinzhen was still stopping her. Suddenly, she flew into a rage, her eyes red, and without caring about anything else, she cursed at Yinzhen, "You're the one who's fucking ridiculous."
Huff... A deathly silence fell over the surroundings. Everyone held their breath, afraid to even breathe, and retreated in fear. No one dared to look at Yinzhen's face. Yinzhen, who was blocking Nan Yi, clenched his fists so tightly that they cracked. Everyone's throat tightened, and even the horses sensed the tense atmosphere, pawing the ground and breathing heavily.
Nan Yi disregarded everything else, pushed Yinzhen aside, rushed forward and snatched Xiao Qiao's soft little body from Liu's arms, leaving Liu, who was holding Qiao, in a state of shock.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, wake up! What happened?"
"I am Sister Nan Yi, wake up, don't scare me." She was somewhat panicked and uneasy, holding Xiao Qiao's body and swaying precariously. She had just recovered from her illness and had been in turmoil in the palace for a long time, so her body was already very weak. At this moment, she was only holding on by her willpower.
Xiao Qiao was probably in great pain, her body was convulsing, her face was pale, and she kept muttering in pain. Yi Ren squeezed over and wiped away the bloodstains on Xiao Qiao's face with trembling hands.
Standing beside the carriage, Nala's eyes flickered, and a smile curled at the corner of her mouth. Tong's courage was truly commendable. With this outburst, she had offended not only the prince but also the empress. With her mother's petty mind, this matter would not end well, and even the prince could not protect her.
But to be honest, she admired her. No one in the entire manor dared to challenge the master, not even raising their voice. She was waiting to see a good show, but that little maid... what a pity.
Enraged, Nan Yi disregarded the consequences and pressed on Qiao Qiao's bleeding wound. The handkerchief was quickly stained red. This couldn't go on. He frantically searched through the crowd and, upon seeing a familiar figure, hurriedly ordered, "Xiao Shunzi, quickly go and fetch the imperial physician."
The sound of "chatter" came, but the person had already gone far away.
"Qiaoqiao,"
Perhaps after the initial pain subsided, Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, saw the person in front of her clearly, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered weakly, "Sister, it hurts..."
Nan Yi's heart clenched upon hearing this, a dense, overwhelming discomfort washing over her. Her throat tightened, and she soothed in a hoarse, dry voice, "Be good, bear with it for now. The imperial physician will be here soon, Qiaoqiao, don't cry."
Yiren was also anxious and wiped away her tears, stamped her feet, and comforted her, "Master, let's go into the mansion first and then talk."
Many people in the manor overheard the concubine's harsh words to the master, and they knew that things were likely to turn out badly. Now that Xiao Qiao was injured, everything was in chaos.
"No--"
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