Chapter 210: Not Angry
“What? Jiang Meng is an assassin!”
“Older Sister, I’m not, I just sneaked in to play—”
“She was carrying weapons—”
“That’s just a slingshot, the slingshot I play with—”
Outside the school it was noisy, Princess Pingcheng walked out, only feeling her ears buzzing.
Just now in class it had been interrupted, Yang Luo had brought imperial guards, saying she wanted to catch the assassin’s accomplices.
The assassin was a girl not yet ten years old, and the accomplice was Princess’s companion reader young lady Jiang Rui.
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…….
Jiang Meng had just landed back then and hadn’t recovered from the pain, that maidservant shouted again to grab the assassin—
Over a dozen imperial guards who didn’t know where they had been hiding jumped out, twisting and pressing Jiang Meng down.
Jiang Meng was shocked, scared, and angry, shouting out her own name.
“My older sister is the princess’s companion reader, Jiang Rui.” She even threatened.
But as her words fell, that maidservant sneered, “Good, she’s confessed her accomplice, grab them both!”
Jiang Meng was thus stunned and dumbfounded as she was dragged to the place where the princess was reading, watching Miss Yang directing the imperial guards to rush in and bring her older sister out too—
Older Sister was completely frightened silly.
“Princess, Princess, she’s framing me—” Jiang Meng saw Princess Pingcheng walk out and hurriedly shouted loudly, “Help—”
The maidservant nearby also shouted loudly, “What framing, she suddenly popped out, clearly with ill intentions—”
That Miss Yang also pressed her hand to her heart, her expression terrified: “Princess, be careful, an assassin was actually right beside the princesses.”
Princess Pingcheng took a deep breath: “Yang Luo, stop making trouble, Miss Jiang was personally selected by Father Emperor as my companion reader, calling her an assassin would be questioning His Majesty?”
Her gaze swept over Yang Luo, then fell on Jiang Rui who had her head lowered.
“Whatever grudge you two have, settle it yourselves, don’t use the assassin excuse.”
Their two’s grudge? The companion reader young ladies’ eyes flickered, clearly they all knew the rumor about Zhu Yunxiao and Miss Yang.
So, Miss Yang was jealous out of love, deliberately bullying Miss Jiang?
Princess Pingcheng’s words, the reactions of the others around, Mo Zheng acted as if she hadn’t heard or seen, she looked at Princess Pingcheng and shook her head: “Princess, even if His Majesty selected her for you, there could still be oversights.”
She looked at Princess Pingcheng, speaking earnestly.
“After all, previously the palace maid personally selected by your Mother Empress for you attacked you.”
Princess Pingcheng’s expression stiffened.
The companion reader young ladies’ discussing eyes also went still.
Yang Hui standing at the back let out a shout: “That’s right, that time it was even my cousin who saved you.”
As she spoke, she squeezed forward, running to Yang Luo’s side, looking at Princess Pingcheng.
“Princess, your judgment of people isn’t good, better listen to my cousin.”
“This Jiang Rui might really be an assassin!”
As her words fell, the surrounding companion reader young ladies stirred restlessly.
Princess Wuyang suddenly lifted her foot and walked toward Yang Luo’s side.
“Yang Luo, if there’s an assassin, you have to protect me.” Princess Wuyang said, “My Mother Consort died because of you.”
Miss Yang smiled at her: “Princess, rest assured.”
Princess Nangong was stunned for a moment, looked at Princess Pingcheng, then at Yang Luo, raised her hand and called out.
“Wuyang, Miss Yang, you should come here.” She shouted, “Get away from Jiang Rui quickly—”
Seeing these two princesses’ reactions, some companion reader young ladies who had originally been standing by Jiang Rui instinctively moved their feet.
After all, the assassin had fiercely sneaked into the imperial palace, and an imperial consort had died……
Princess Pingcheng watched this scene, both angry and amused, such absurd words, they actually all believed that Miss Yang—
Believed Miss Yang? Or believed Miss Yang’s rumored identity……
Princess Pingcheng’s face darkened: “General Jiang’s military merit is known to all, how could his daughter be an assassin, not to mention that was just a slingshot toy…”
Before her words finished, Miss Yang suddenly reached out and took the slingshot from the imperial guard’s hand, also picked up a small stone that had been confiscated at the same time, raised her hand and pulled the slingshot aimed at Princess Pingcheng—
Her action was too sudden.
No one reacted.
Princess Pingcheng especially instantly stiffened.
She seemed to see a stone flying toward her.
She heard the sharp whooshing sound.
The next moment the wind brushed past her shoulder.
Bang, a crisp cracking sound came from behind.
Everyone’s gaze looked over, Princess Pingcheng slowly turned around, seeing the vase on the flower stand by the door behind her had shattered.
Miss Yang’s voice sounded again.
“Princess, toys can hurt people too.”
“I am so delicate and I can still shatter a piece of porcelain, while Miss Jiang comes from a military general family, her father is brave and skilled in battle with profound kung fu, his daughter, even if young, cannot be underestimated.”
The hall was completely quiet, the companion reader young ladies instinctively pressed their own faces.
So scary, if hit by the stone, even if it didn’t pierce the face, it would definitely leave a huge scar……
Jiang Meng also stopped talking, her gaze on the shattered vase, seeming stunned.
Jiang Rui who had always had her head lowered also lifted her head, her expression dazed, not because she was scared, but because Miss Yang had mentioned her father……
Praised her father.
At the beginning, Miss Yang’s maidservant, the first time seeing her, had also praised her father.
They, master and servant……
Miss Yang’s voice came again.
“I probably know why this Miss Jiang came to hit me.”
“Believed the rumor, didn’t ask clearly, directly attacked me.”
“Miss Jiang, even if you didn’t intend to be an assassin, your actions played right into the assassin’s hands.”
“So, calling you an assassin isn’t wronging you.”
Hearing that sentence about probably knowing why Miss Jiang came to hit me……the companion reader young ladies in the hall had varied expressions, so in the end who was bullying whom?
Jiang Rui’s expression changed for a moment, suddenly raising her hand to hit Jiang Meng.
A crisp slap sounded.
Jiang Meng who had been dazed was caught off guard, cried out miserably, covering her face in disbelief looking at her older sister.
“Jiang Meng, you actually did such a despicable thing.” Jiang Rui looked at her word by word, “You’ve lost all of Father’s face!”
Jiang Meng’s face was red and swollen, she burst into loud cries.
……
……
Miss Yang didn’t really have the Jiang Family sisters arrested.
Seeing Jiang Rui slap her younger sister, she didn’t say anything more, turned and left with her people.
The crying in the school stopped not long after.
It was probably Jiang Rui who took Jiang Meng away.
As for how Princess Pingcheng was, Miss Yang and her maidservant didn’t care.
“The older sister she wholeheartedly defended slapped her in public, scolded her for losing the face of the father she reveres most.” Mo Zheng said softly to Yang Luo, “That’s like stabbing her with a knife, very painful, can be considered getting some revenge?”
Yang Luo looked at Mo Zheng with a smile: “In this life I know the truth, I’m not so angry at this Jiang Meng anymore, in my eyes she’s just stupid and ridiculous.”
Mo Zheng said: “She still needs to be taught a lesson.”
As she spoke, birdsong came.
Mo Zheng listened intently for a moment.
Yang Luo couldn’t understand it, but knew it must be Uncle Hong’s people passing a message.
“What?” she asked softly.
“Those people have arrived.” Mo Zheng said softly, “They want to see you.”
Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief: “Perfect, I’ll go tell them about recent events too, have them help a bit more, and conveniently let them expose more flaws.”
Mo Zheng cautioned: “Be careful.”
Yang Luo nodded: “Don’t worry, right now around me it’s truly impregnable.”
Besides Mo Zheng’s people, the Emperor had also given quite a few overt and secret guards.
Mo Zheng smiled and nodded, watching Yang Luo leave briskly.
Ling Yu’s voice came from above.
“Junior Sister.” he said, “Teacher is calling you.”
Mo Zheng withdrew her gaze, picked up her skirt and walked briskly to him, looking at Ling Yu’s expression, let out an “ah”: “Not getting punished again, right?”
Ling Yu smiled and nodded: “You interrupted Mister Zhong’s lecture, punished to organize lecture notes for Mister Zhong.”
Mister Zhong was the instructor who had just been lecturing to the princess and companion reader young ladies.
Mo Zheng wailed: “I was wrong.”
Ling Yu smiled and turned: “If wrong, accept the punishment.”
Mo Zheng followed with “aiya aiya”.
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……
“Miss Asheng has arrived.”
“Please come inside.”
Yang Luo jumped down from the carriage, waiting for two disguised imperial guards to enter the restaurant first, then she sauntered in, with secret guards faintly surrounding the restaurant and street behind her.
Actually this restaurant belonged to Uncle Hong and them.
Of course, Uncle Hong no longer needed to avoid these secret guards now, because they also had imperially granted secret guard waist tokens.
“Miss Asheng, several dishes that Miss Yang likes most, we’ll prepare them right away.”
“Please sit here and wait a bit.”
Amid the shop assistants’ shouts, Yang Luo walked toward the prepared room.
She was still thinking about what happened just now.
She really wasn’t angry at Jiang Meng.
Because now she could effortlessly kill this Jiang Meng.
For someone she could kill anytime, what was there to be angry about?
Yang Luo smiled at the corner of her mouth, entered the inner room accompanied by two of Uncle Hong’s men pretending to be shop assistants.
“Miss Asheng is in a good mood.” The old man stood indoors, smiling.
Yang Luo glanced at him, seeing besides the old man, another old man sitting indoors, seriously making tea……
They even brought a tea-making servant?
Yang Luo withdrew her gaze, responding to the old man: “Our Miss can be considered to have avenged a great grudge, of course worth being happy.”
The old man nodded: “So it was the Li Clan stirring trouble behind the scenes, Miss is formidable, dragging them out.”
Yang Luo smiled faintly and sat down, the two shop assistants standing one on each side of her.
“Should say your Young Master is formidable.” The tea-making servant suddenly said, pouring a cup of tea properly, smiling slightly.
Yang Luo looked at him, seeing this old servant wasn’t actually that old, just over fifty, with ruddy complexion and bright eyes.
He looked more like the master.
Hmm, that old man was indeed still standing……
The thought flashed in her mind, and she heard this old servant’s voice continue.
“……I wonder if we can meet Young Master in person this time, to offer congratulations?”
Yang Luo smiled arrogantly: “I’ll convey it to my family’s Young Master, no need to meet, when my family’s Young Master succeeds, then invite you all to celebrate together.”
The old servant let out an “oh”: “Then, your family’s Young Master is too discourteous.”
Discourteous so what? Yang Luo smiled: “Don’t be angry— you—”
Before her words finished, she saw that old servant slam the teacup down hard.
“Miss, careful!” The shop assistant’s shout came in her ear.
At the same time the person fiercely moved to stand in front of her, raising hand to chop down.
Clang, Yang Luo only felt a flash of cold light before her eyes, a snake-like sword was struck by a dagger.
But it wasn’t knocked away.
The sword bounced like a snake, sliding from straight thrust at the throat onto the arm.
Blood instantly spread through the spring shirt.
Compared to last life’s throat slit, arm slashed was also very painful, Yang Luo had this thought flash, the two shop assistants in front of her fell, blood spreading in her vision, voices in her ear now near now far.
“Miss was joking, we have no relation with Miss, why be angry.”
“We only act.”
Sword light came again, Yang Luo instinctively closed her eyes.
Was she going to die again?
