The maid was so frightened that she knelt on the ground, her face turned pale: "I don't have one, Princess, I really don't have one..."
"Back then, I did choose a few of you to take care of Chen'er in her room, but Chen'er didn't want you. He looked down on you and drove you all to the laundry room. So you still don't know Chen'er's determination? Now you actually
Do you still want to be his concubine?"
The maid shed tears and kowtowed her head fiercely.
Her body was trembling and her eyes were filled with fear.
"The concubine knows clearly that there is really no slave. Ever since she was driven to the laundry room by King Chen, the slave has never had any thoughts. It's the young prince. The young prince came to the laundry room by himself and beat himself black and blue with a stick.
I want to put the blame on my slave..."
"Presumptuous!" Ye Lan's eyebrows turned colder, "You mean, Jin'er can lie? He is only a five-year-old child, how can he be so panicked? He even hurt himself, ridiculous! What qualifications do you think you have?
Someone framed you!"
In order to shirk responsibility, this maid also wanted to frame Jin'er.
Simply ridiculous.
How can a five-year-old child do such a thing? How is it possible!
He is just a child!
The maid was desperate. When the young prince came, for some reason all the other maids in the laundry room left, leaving her alone in the laundry room.
The young prince went crazy as soon as he arrived and hit himself with a stick. She was too late to stop him. When she reacted, the young prince started yelling.
Although the princess wanted to make them concubines to King Chen before, King Chen humiliated them so much back then. Even if she was a maid, she still had dignity. How could she keep pestering her?
Any normal person would not think about someone who does not belong to them.
She didn't understand why the young prince wanted to frame her!
"Come here, drag this girl out and beat her to death with a stick!" Ye Lan ordered coldly with a slightly cold voice.
A guard came forward, dragged the maid away and went out. No matter how hard the maid struggled for mercy, it was of no avail.
Eventually, the sound gradually disappeared.
Feng Jin covered her little head in Ye Lan's arms. Her little body was trembling, and her voice was pleading: "Can grandma let her go? Jin'er doesn't want to see people die."
Ye Lan sighed, a five-year-old child is indeed kind-hearted, and it is normal for him not to see such a thing.
However, seeing the sound that had disappeared outside the door, Ye Lan frowned: "I'm afraid it's a little late, but she brought it upon herself and deserves it."
Feng Jin pursed her lips, her eyelashes wet with tears, and asked: "Grandma, will my mother be unable to be with my father? Will you let someone else be my mother?"
Looking at Feng Jin's pitiful little appearance, Ye Lan's heart tightened.
"Jin'er..."
"Grandma, if you really want someone else to be your stepmother, then Jin'er would rather die than be tortured by them. No one in this world will be nice to me except my mother. They will bully me and hurt me."
Feng Jin looked up at Ye Lan with firm eyes.
Ye Lan didn't know what happened to Feng Jin these years before he said such words.
But these words made him feel inexplicably distressed.
"Jin'er, no, grandma will not let anyone hurt you, nor will anyone replace your mother."
"Really?"
Feng Jin raised his head and looked at Ye Lan, his eyes twinkling.
Ye Lan nodded: "Well, in a few days your grandfather will let you and your father make a bloody acknowledgment, and then announce your identity. After that, your father, the king, mother and concubine will be married."