"Yes, Your Highness." Leng Ru understood and winked at the person in a corner not far away. The person nodded, then walked out and walked towards the sedan.
Su Yueming looked around with sharp eyes, and then realized that there were people everywhere protecting Murong Canghai's safety.
"You are blind. You dare to hit the sedan chair of the third lady of the Right Prime Minister's Palace! Are you going to die? The third lady is the princess of the Funing tribe who is personally named by the emperor!"
Only a rough roar was heard, and the person who just walked out of the corner immediately bent down and followed him with fear.
"I bumped into Miss Third, don't even think about your heads, get out of here!" The person carrying the sedan chair seemed to have done it on purpose, shouting loudly on purpose to let people know that the person sitting in the sedan chair was Su Yueming. This roar annoyed the people next to him.
People looked sideways.
Seeing this situation, Su Yueming snorted coldly, "It's just as I expected, it's really despicable!"
Murong Canghai glanced at the darkening sky, lowered the curtain of the carriage, and said, "Let's go, go to Zuo Xiang's Mansion now, we will get there before them."
Zuo Xiangfu.
A group of slaves were waiting outside the room in fear. Their eldest lady had been losing her temper inside for a long time. Three slaves were already injured.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and a vase flew out from inside. It hit a maid on the head with a bang, and then fell to the ground. The priceless vase fell into pieces.
The maid who was innocently hit fell to the ground, her head was bruised and bleeding, she covered her face and rolled on the ground in pain, howling.
Several other slaves rushed forward to lift the injured person away to stop the bleeding.
"Don't leave, stop right there! My lady's face was severely stabbed twice. Why, you scoundrels have faces that are more noble than my noble eldest daughter, the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion? Can't you bear it?"
Song Feiyan walked out angrily, raised her hand and slapped twice, indiscriminately slapping the slave across the way on the face. The slap caused the slave's face to be painful and bloodshot, but he did not even dare to utter a sound.
There were long, deep and hideous scars on the left and right sides of her face, and her beautiful face was no longer beautiful.
Now, the scar on her face has not healed, she can't open the front door, or go out through the second door. She can only stay in the room to recuperate, drinking bitter and astringent medicine, facing the ugly face, full of anger.
To vent, take it out unscrupulously on the slaves in the room.
And every time she thought of Su Yueming scratching her face in front of so many people, which made her lose face, she would get angry.
She, Song Feiyan, the legitimate daughter of Zuo Xiangfu, the daughter of Princess Xuehen, and the emperor's niece, suffered such a big loss in front of Su Yueming, that worthless concubine. How could she swallow such a sigh of relief!
What was even more unexpected was that even if her mother Xuanyuan Xuhen went out in person, she would come back empty-handed and not be able to touch a single hair of Su Yueming.
What powers does she have?!
"What's going on?" Xuanyuan Xuehen walked over with a frown. She was dressed in luxurious clothes, with a gold hairpin in her hair, exuding natural nobility, and a group of minions followed behind her.
Seeing a few injured maids, she glanced at the maid behind her, Yu Die, and said, "Take them down to recover from their injuries."
"Yes." Yudie instructed the others to carry the injured slave out.
"Mother!" Song Feiyan held Xuanyuan Xuehen's arm with both hands and said reluctantly, "I really can't swallow this breath. If I don't teach Su Yueming a lesson, I... I will just die."