"Exactly, that person really deserves a beating, to be so cruel to such a small child..."
"Right? Acting all high and mighty just because sheâs the daughter of a big family, now sheâs met her match."
"But didnât they just say that sheâs the Lord Prefectâs precious daughter? Isnât it bad to hit her?"
"..."
"Pfft, how could the Lord Prefectâs daughter show up in a place like ours?"
"True that..."
There were many people in Linshan Temple, yet none came forward to pull Yang Chuxia away or even to persuade her when she was hitting someone. They were all just standing aside, watching the drama unfold with indifference.
Those comments naturally reached Yang Chuxiaâs ears; she let out a cold snort and kicked the chubby girl a few more times, "Hear that? Stop pretending to be the daughter of an official when youâre not, no one believes you with the way you are."
In fact, Yang Chuxia could tell from a glance at their clothes, which were extremely fine even for maidservants, that they came from a major household; it wasnât impossible that the girl was the Lord Prefectâs daughter.
But what did that matter? Daring to hit my son, even if you were the emperorâs princess, I would still dare to lay hands on you. Thinking of how swollen Little Yangyangâs face was, Yang Chuxia was so angry she kicked the chubby girl two more times. "You blind thing, think twice before you hit someone next time."
"Whatâs going on?" Just then, a cold, but pleasing voice called out.
Turning her head, Yang Chuxia saw it was Ye Ziâan.
"How did you get up here?"
Ye Ziâan said, "I was looking around nearby and found a small path that leads straight to Linshan Temple, so I came up. What happened? Where are Lele and Yangyang?"
Hearing that he had come via a small path, she assumed he hadnât run into Lele and Yangyang.
"This woman slapped Yangyang, and his face swelled up. I gave her a good lesson," she whispered into Ye Ziâanâs ear. "She claims to be the Lord Prefectâs daughter."
Upon hearing that his son was slapped and had a swollen face, Ye Ziâan looked at the chubby girl with a dark, piercing gaze as if he was ready to slay her with his eyes.
Yet, ironically, the chubby girl propped up by her maidservant, thought that this was some kind of tender, cherishing look from him.
"Young master, young master... It was not intentional, I truly didnât mean to... I didnât know he was your son..."
"Young master, this woman is so cruel; she hit me, it hurts so much..." she whimpered, her words unclear as she cried, while still stealing glances at Ye Ziâan.
"Young master, my father is the Prefect..."
"Young master, with such a vicious woman, you must divorce her..."
Fuck, Yang Chuxia felt her brain swell upon hearing this. If this were her love rival, she would feel utterly embarrassed. Being plump is okay, as long as you have a kind heart; even excessive fat can be endearing. But now, with such a witless mind, the girl went from cuddly to crippled. Yang Chuxia felt arguing with such a person was completely devoid of any sense of accomplishment.
Ye Ziâan also felt his brain throbbing.
"Letâs go, we should head down the mountain first; who knows how Yangyang is right now." Mentioning this, Yang Chuxia turned her head and said, "You better confirm if you really are the Prefectâs daughter, otherwise, if the doctor says my son has been seriously hurt by you, Iâll have nowhere to go to settle the account."
Donât think this will be over just because there was one altercation. If thereâs any further issue, this wonât be the end of it. What about the Prefect? Think heâs something special?
Having said that, the couple quickly descended the mountain. By the time they reached the foot of the hill, Yangyang had already been applied with some anti-swelling ointment by Old Li Mama.
"Does it still hurt?" Yangyang was cradled in Old Li Mamaâs arms, his little head drooping without any energy, his face so swollen it distressed Yang Chuxia greatly, "Bloody hell, I should have slapped that stinky woman a few more times."