"What the Eighth Lady said is a little wrong. What's wrong with your face? Why are you blaming me? The Eighth Lady and I have never had a close relationship. The Eighth Lady is throwing dirty water on me. Could it be that she thinks that my Fourth Master's family is easy to bully?" When she said this, Wen Mianmian's face suddenly became cold.
The Eighth Lady was really frightened when she saw her like this, but when she thought that she was the Eighth Lady and she was just a concubine, she immediately felt more confident.
"Oh, you're really sharp-tongued. No wonder even Fourth Sister-in-law can't deal with you. With your seductive charm, I don't know how many men you've seduced before. Since that's the case, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Fourth Sister-in-law."
As she spoke, the Eighth Lady took out a whip from her sleeve and raised her hand to swing it towards Wen Mianmian.
"Ah, Master, be careful."
Shancha was startled and took a step forward, wanting to block the whip for the concubine.
Wen Mianmian's expression changed, and she quickly pulled Shancha to the side.
The whip fell on the table behind him with a "snap" sound, and two pieces of tea set on the table were immediately broken by the whip.
"You still dare to hide? Today I will teach you a lesson." The Eighth Lady's face turned cruel, and she raised her hand and wanted to whip him again.
But this time, Wen Mianmian would not let her continue to act like this. She let go of Shancha's hand, and before the Eighth Lady swung the whip, she walked up to her with a brisk step, raised her hand and slapped the Eighth Lady's fair face with a loud slap.
He also snatched the whip from her hand. His actions were so quick that even the Eighth Lady didn't have time to react.
The Eighth Lady stared at her in disbelief with her eyes wide open. The burning pain on her face made her realize that she had just been beaten by this vixen.
She covered her face and said angrily, "How dare you, a vixen like you, hit me."
Wen Mianmian shook her hands that were sore, numb and covered in powder. This Eighth Lady was really shameless. She slapped her with such great force, but her face only turned a little red.
She had seen that a slap from the maids would leave a mark on the face.
Shancha saw that the concubine's hands were covered with powder, so she immediately took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
"Master, your hands are dirty, wipe them."
Wen Mianmian gave Shancha an appreciative look, took the handkerchief, and handed the whip in his hand to her, then began to wipe it carefully.
At the same time, he said calmly, "The Eighth Lady is about to hit me. Do I have to stand there and let her hit me?"
Wen Mianmian wiped it for a long time. The Eighth Lady had put so much powder on her face that her entire palm was covered with it. A trace of disgust flashed across Wen Mianmian's eyes.
"You bitch, I'm going to kill you."
This time, the Eighth Lady completely exploded with strength, took out a small dagger from her sleeve, and was about to stab towards Wen Mianmian.
Wen Mianmian's pupils suddenly widened. She didn't expect that she would bring a dagger into the palace.
Seeing her rushing towards her like a madman, Wen Mianmian quickly hid aside again, but this time the Eighth Lady was determined to kill Wen Mianmian and didn't care about the occasion.
Shancha saw that the dagger was about to fall on the concubine, and without thinking, she rushed forward.
The knife pierced through her clothes and went straight into Shancha's shoulder blade. Shancha groaned in pain.
"Camellia~"
Wen Mianmian looked at the dagger behind Shancha in shock.
Seeing that Wen Mianmian was not hurt, and the bright red blood stimulated her violent factor to increase sharply.
She angrily pulled out the dagger and was about to slash at Wen Mianmian's face again. As long as her face was ruined, she would see how she could use her seductive skills in the future.
When the first knife came, Wen Mianmian blocked it with her hand, and a long cut was instantly left on her arm, and the blood immediately soaked her clothes.
"Master~" Shancha called out weakly when she saw the concubine was injured.
The Eighth Lady felt happier when she saw Wen Mianmian like this. Wen Mianmian sat on the ground with her hand injured again. She was holding Shancha in her arms and had nowhere to hide. When she saw the Eighth Lady swinging the knife down again, Wen Mianmian subconsciously hugged Shancha tightly and closed her eyes.
Just when the knife was about to fall on her face, the knife in the Eighth Lady's hand was suddenly kicked away, and the Eighth Lady was kicked out as well, hitting the round stool in the room, then rolling to the ground and spitting out blood.
When the Fourth Master saw that Mianmian's hand was injured, he quickly squatted down and grabbed her injured hand.
"Mianmian, you are injured." When the Fourth Master saw the wound on Wen Mianmian's hand, his eyes turned cold and his expression became gloomy and terrifying.
When Su Peisheng came in, he saw the tragic scene in the room and saw a large area of blood soaked on Shancha's back. He quickly sent for the imperial physician and informed the emperor of what had happened.
He also asked someone to take Shancha away to stop the bleeding.
Tian Yurou came in last and when she saw this scene, she was so scared that she covered her mouth.
Seeing Mianmian sitting on the ground with an injury on her hand, he didn't care about being afraid and ran over quickly.
Squatting beside Mianmian, watching the Fourth Master bandaging Mianmian, he said worriedly, "Mianmian, how are you? Are you okay?"
Wen Mianmian's face turned pale and she shook her head. "It's just a scratch on my arm, but otherwise it's fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, her body felt lighter and she was picked up by the Fourth Master.
"I'll take you back to my mother's palace first, and then let the imperial physician come to check on you." After saying that, the Fourth Master carried Mianmian away.
Before leaving, he threw a word to Su Peisheng, "Keep an eye on him."
Then he strode out.
The Fourth Master also wrapped his cloak around Wen Mianmian. On the way, Wen Mianmian nestled in the Fourth Master's arms.
Seeing the worry in the depths of Fourth Master's eyes despite his stern face, Wen Mianmian stretched out her uninjured hand and stroked his brow.
He comforted her softly, "Master, I'm fine, don't worry."
Wen Mianmian didn't expect that the Eighth Lady would be so bold as to bring a dagger into the palace.
Those who were not afraid of death tried to kill her in the palace.
The Fourth Master hummed softly, but held her even tighter.
Along the way, the Fourth Master held Wen Mianmian firmly. After the Fourth Master arrived at Yonghe Palace, the imperial physician arrived shortly afterwards.
The wound on Wen Mianmian's hand was quite serious and deep. If she used a little more force, she might be able to see the bone.
The imperial physician applied medicine to Wen Mianmian's hand and told her not to move her hand too much during this period to avoid the wound from cracking. Then he gave her some precautions, left a bottle of medicine, and left.
Shancha was also sent back at this time. She was examined again. It turned out that Shancha's injury was on her back, and her condition was more serious than Wen Mianmian's.
Fortunately, the lungs were not injured, but the injury was on the back after all. Even if it heals in the future, I am afraid that this hand will not be able to lift heavy objects.
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