The original owner's child died before the age of one. He was short-lived and could not be buried in the family ancestral grave, as it would have ruined the feng shui of the grave. He could only be wrapped in a straw mat and buried hastily.
The original owner couldn't bear to see her child's body abandoned in the wilderness, becoming a lonely ghost, a rootless duckweed, so she secretly arranged for someone to find a good place for the child. Although Zhan Feiyang was the child's father, he killed the child with his own hands. The original owner kept everything she did from Zhan Feiyang, yet the item in Zhan Feiyang's hand turned out to be a burial item for the child.
"You disturbed Xian'er's grave." This is not a question, but a statement.
Zhan Fei brandished the small jade shoe in his hand and mocked, "A bastard should know its own worth. A bastard should be abandoned in the wilderness, left to be eaten by wild dogs and wolves."
Ji Xiaoxiao was heartbroken and lowered her head, large tears streaming down her face.
"Kneel down." Zhan Feiyang threw away the little jade shoes and wiped his hands with a handkerchief in disgust.
Ji Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, and Zhan Feiyang continued, "If you don't want me to grind him to dust, you'd better behave yourself. I don't have much patience."
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't want to reach out and break Zhan Feiyang's neck, but the original owner's child's body was still in Zhan Feiyang's hands. If she angered Zhan Feiyang, he might destroy everything in their path, which would be a huge loss.
Although this matter is unrelated to the original owner's wishes, there are countless examples throughout history of mothers' strength and resilience. Underestimating a mother who deeply loves her child is tantamount to courting death. Failing to protect the safety of the original owner's child's remains may complete the mission, but it will not be perfect.
Since we're already here and have already done it, we should naturally make it end perfectly.
Faced with Zhan Feiyang's coercion, just as Ji Xiaoxiao's feet were about to touch the ground, she suddenly launched an attack, pressing the hairpin in her hair firmly against Zhan Feiyang's neck.
Ji Xiaoxiao wore a cold smile on her face, as if she were made of ice.
She will achieve a perfect ending through her own efforts. As for her being humble, obsequious, and arrogant, even if mountains crumble and the heavens and earth break apart, that is absolutely impossible.
The sharp tip lightly touched the skin, icy cold and leaving the whole body feeling weak.
Zhan Feiyang's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Xu Qi, don't you want that bastard's corpse anymore? If you dare to touch me, I'll take him... ah..."
Unable to bear being threatened, Ji Xiaoxiao exerted a little force, and the hairpin pierced her neck a little further.
The dazzling crimson blood and the piercing, demonic cries startled the servants guarding outside.
"Bang!" The door was violently kicked open.
"Your Highness... what are you doing, Your Highness's Consort?"
Upon entering, they were met with the sight of the Crown Princess harming the Crown Prince, and the servants were filled with rage, wishing they could gouge their own eyes out. Marital discord is common, but a wife assassinating her husband was truly shocking. Seeing such a sordid and shameful affair, they feared they could no longer live.
Only the mouth of a dead man cannot be pried open.
Ji Xiaoxiao had already guessed what would happen next with her actions. It was obvious what would happen to the servant who broke in; he would ultimately meet a tragic end.
The original owner had no confidants in Prince Gong's mansion, so Ji Xiaoxiao wouldn't care about their lives.
"Zhan Feiyang, from the moment you drowned Xian'er, our fate was sealed and we were destined to fight to the death."
After Ji Xiaoxiao finished speaking, her body trembled with fear, and she almost lost her grip on the hairpin in her hand, which kept stabbing Zhan Feiyang in and out.
Overwhelmed with pain, Zhan Feiyang lost his mind and roared, "Zhan Feiyang's child is a bastard, a wicked child. Killing him is doing God a favor."
"You're not human." Ji Xiaoxiao gasped for breath, her face turning deathly pale.
The original owner was a well-bred young lady who rarely left her home. After her child died, she was restless and physically exhausted, and could not withstand the strenuous exercise that Ji Xiaoxiao was doing.
We need to act quickly.
Ji Xiaoxiao glanced around and saw that the servants surrounding her all wore expressions of astonishment and disbelief.
The young prince was actually killed by the prince!
The servants of the Prince's mansion, who stood aside and dared not move, were truly on the verge of tears and felt utterly helpless.
This time I'm really going to die.
Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and said loudly, "You all heard what I just said. Prince Gong's Mansion will definitely not let you off the hook, but..."
Ji Xiaoxiao deliberately stopped, and the person who suddenly had a glimmer of hope hurriedly asked, "Princess Consort, you are a Bodhisattva descended to earth, kind and compassionate, please save us."
The servants all knelt down and kowtowed deeply.
"I'm trapped in the Beast King's Palace. Protecting you all will be difficult!"
The servants looked ashen-faced. Ji Xiaoxiao continued, "However, if one of you goes to the General of the State's mansion to inform them, there might still be a glimmer of hope."
Living is just waiting to die, but nobody wants to die.
The servants looked hesitant, unsure whether to agree or not, yet unwilling to give up the last straw.
Zhan Feiyang took in the servants' expressions and said coldly, "A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog. Xu Fu is no longer the legitimate daughter of the General of the State, but the heir apparent of my Prince Gong's mansion. Do you really think Xu Fu can protect you? Don't dream. If you swear to keep your promises, I, the heir apparent, can let you go."
"Really?"
"I swear to the heavens that if I am lying, may I be struck by lightning."
Ancient people believed in gods and ghosts, and they both liked and feared oaths and curses.
Since Zhan Feiyang had sworn an oath to heaven, the servants, after much hesitation, ultimately chose to stand by his side. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and besides, a general who governs the nation might not even be a powerful dragon.
"You're not bad!"
With just a few words, the disadvantage was reversed, and Ji Xiaoxiao praised Zhan Feiyang.
However, Ji Xiaoxiao never placed her hopes on these people.
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