Without saying a word, Ji Xiaoxiao picked up the bowl and smashed it directly on Jixiang's head.
The fragrant white rice porridge filled Jixiang's body. The immense impact, the sharp shards of porcelain, pierced her delicate skin, and scalding blood slowly seeped out.
“I am the future princess consort of Prince Gong’s mansion, and now the heir apparent’s wife. What’s wrong with me selling a servant girl? Jixiang, do you really think the heir apparent would oppose me for the sake of a servant girl like you? Don’t you know your own worth?”
Ji Xiaoxiao's words instantly plunged Jixiang into a state of icy despair.
Yes, she was nothing more than a servant who could be bought and sold. It was only natural for Ji Xiaoxiao, as her master, to sell her. No one else could say anything or argue against it.
"Miss, Miss, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time."
Being sold by a powerful family meant either they had dirty hands or had offended their master. Given the other family's influence, no decent family would dare buy her again. And if she were to fall for someone ruthless and vicious, the consequences… Jixiang thought, and couldn't help but shudder.
"Miss, I was blinded by greed, but my heart is with you. Please forgive me this time. I grew up with you since I was a child..."
"Shut up." Ji Xiaoxiao glared fiercely at the old woman, who broke out in a cold sweat. "Drag her away and sell her off cheaply."
The fact that she sold it at a bargain price shows just how angry Ji Xiaoxin was.
It's all because Jixiang was so reckless, bringing up the very thing she shouldn't have. They grew up together, so she betrayed the original owner's trust, easily turning her back on him for personal gain, and conspiring with Zhan Feiyang against the original owner.
What was once the only warmth was cruelly extinguished by Jixiang, who heartlessly pushed the original owner into hell. The original owner's love turned to hatred, and she wished she could grind Jixiang to dust.
Even if the Crown Prince's wife was not favored, she was not like the one in the Golden House Pavilion. She was the Crown Prince's legal wife, brought back in a grand procession and officially registered in the imperial decree. She was the rightful mistress. The rough-looking old woman dared not disobey Ji Xiaoxiao again. She stepped forward, grabbed Jixiang's arms, and forcefully dragged her out.
"Miss, Miss..." Jixiang cried out a few times. Seeing that she couldn't move Ji Xiaoxiao, she simply gave up and threatened Ji Xiaoxiao, "Xu Qi, if you don't let me go, I will tell the young master and the prince everything you asked me to do. You won't get away with it either. You made me wish I were dead. I will make sure you die without a burial place."
After Jixiang finished speaking, the old woman stopped what she was doing and looked terrified.
Curiosity killed the cat; the more you know, the faster you die. The maidservant had worked diligently in the Prince's mansion for many years; how could she not know the ins and outs of the place?
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't take it to heart, smiled gently, picked up her chopsticks, and ate the food in small bites.
"You're just pretending!" Ji Xiang was convinced that Ji Xiaoxiao's composure was an act.
Ji Xiaoxiao ate a few more bites, and only put down her chopsticks when she felt full.
"Why aren't you moving?" Ji Xiaoxiao slowly wiped her mouth.
The two rough-looking old women looked at each other, and finally one of them said, "Princess Consort, those words... this person cannot be kept."
It's rare that Ji Xiaoxiao is thinking of her; she doesn't intend to pursue those who are clumsy.
“I’ll take responsibility for this. As for her, just drag her away and sell her off cheaply.” Ji Xiaoxiao gave them a meaningful look. “Remember, find her a good family.”
Having been immersed in the inner workings of the grand mansion for many years, the old woman could see right through Ji Xiaoxiao's words.
Upon hearing this, Jixiang trembled, her face turning deathly pale, as white as the moon.
Am I really going to be sold?
Jixiang was terrified.
"Little... Waaah..." Before Jixiang could finish speaking, her mouth was covered.
Jixiang cried her eyes out, her delicate makeup now marred by tears, some red and some green, making her face look rather endearing.
The old woman was incredibly strong, and even a well-trained maid like Jixiang couldn't escape. She was dragged to the courtyard gate, where a pair of embroidered mandarin duck shoes stepped in and caught everyone's eye.
What happened?
The voice was like a nightingale singing in a valley. Listening intently, one felt as if an electric current was coursing through their body, sending shivers down their spine and whetting their appetite.
Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't see anyone inside the house, but she knew from the sound that the person who came was Hong Fu.
"Speak, what happened?" Hong Fu shouted angrily.
The unsophisticated old woman dared not offend the young master's beloved pet, and quickly explained the whole story to Hong Fu. Upon hearing it, Hong Fu's chest heaved with anger.
"Sell her, sell her cheap? Do you even consider her a human being?"
Hong Fu despised people who frequently punished or sold their servants.
We're both human, born of the same parents, so why are you considered a golden branch and jade leaf, noble and distinguished, while she's treated like a pig or an ox, worthless?
Hong Fu was furious, and the maidservant hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to admit her mistake, "Madam Hong, please see the truth. How could we disobey the Princess Consort's wishes?"
“Princess Consort, Princess Consort, she’s just a woman. What are you afraid of her for? She doesn’t treat you like human beings, so why do you treat her like a mistress?” Hong Fu bowed and personally helped up the rough old woman. “We are all human beings, and all people are born equal.”
This sentence shocked everyone.
Ji Xiaoxiao smiled. She had searched high and low without finding it, but it came to her without any effort. She had some doubts about Hong Fu's identity before, but now she was 100% sure.
Hong Fu is a time-traveling woman, and Zhan Feiyang might not be the original either, but rather a time-traveling man.
With this thought in mind, the depression and sorrow in my heart actually dissipated quite a bit.
Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and an unprecedented clarity and comfort rushed into her mind.
It seems that the original owner still harbored illusions about Zhan Feiyang. Otherwise, how could the original owner have breathed a sigh of relief after Ji Xiaoxiao analyzed that the current Zhan Feiyang was not the Zhan Feiyang of the past?
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