Chapter 175: Hit You Every Time I See You

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin felt a warmth in his heart and offered a faint smile:

"Mother Empress, it is all in the past. Besides, I am the future daughter-in-law of Father Emperor and Mother Empress; it is my duty to serve Crown Prince Xiaoyi with filial piety."

She withdrew her hand without making a sound; her nature was cold, and she was not accustomed to being held tightly, even by the Empress whom she truly liked.

These words pleased the Emperor and Empress greatly, and Quan Quan Wuji could not help but laugh heartily.

Quan Quan Tianchen spoke at the opportune moment:

"Father Emperor, Mother Empress, on the surface, the Haitongantang case was about Princess Jiahe's jealousy of Jun Jun Zijin, plotting to take multiple lives and attempting to frame Haitongantang. In truth, her malicious intent went far beyond that. Who in the imperial family does not know the connection between Tong'an Hospital and Haitongantang? I fear the ultimate goal of this incident was for the An Commandery Wang Fu to bring Tong'an Hospital into disrepute."

As soon as Quan Quan Tianchen finished speaking, the expression on Quan Quan Wuji's face shifted between gloom and clarity.

After a long while, Quan Quan Wuji, in plain language, uttered words that made everyone's eyes drop in shock:

"The An Commandery Wang Fu has long been displeasing to me. Today, he even indulged his rotten-hearted daughter in committing violence! If I do not show the An Commandery Wang Fu some color this time, then I am not Quan Quan Wuji!"

Oh my, Seeing Jun Jun Zijin almost laughed out loud.

Not only did the Emperor's appearance at this moment lack any imperial dignity.

Even the Chenwangdian, as gentle as a banished immortal, was so black-bellied; he deliberately brought up the An Commandery Wang Fu, escalating Princess Jiahe's personal grudge into the An Commandery Wang Fu harboring treacherous thoughts against the imperial family.

Once this huge hat was placed on them, the An Commandery Wang Fu would either die or lose a layer of skin.

Only the black-bellied banished immortal's voice was heard again:

"Father Emperor, but Princess Jiahe is the fifth brother's fiancée, personally selected by Consort Xin."

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin thought inwardly that Consort Xin, who since the last imperial banquet had had her kneecap shattered by a spoon wielded by him and was then locked in her sleeping quarters by the Emperor to die on her own, was likely to suffer misfortune again.

For some time now, Consort Xin had been silent in her sleeping quarters; the Emperor had probably already forgotten about this matter.

If he had not mentioned Consort Xin, it would have been fine; but once he mentioned Consort Xin, Quan Quan Wuji's anger burned even more fiercely.

Sure enough, one decree after another came down from Quan Quan Wuji:

"Come! Convey my decree: Since the An Commandery Wang obtained his title, he has contributed nothing to the state and offered no help to the people; he failed to teach his daughter properly and indulged her in evil. Effective immediately, strip him of the surname 'Quan', remove his princely title, and demote him to commoner status."

"Consort Xin failed to recognize character and invited a wolf into the house; demote her to Noble Lady and move her to the north."

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin was slightly stunned; the north, was that not the Cold Palace?

The Emperor demoted a concubine who had borne an Imperial Prince to Noble Lady and moved her to the Cold Palace, too lazy to even find a better excuse.

It was also Consort Xin's own fault for courting death; why provoke anyone else, only to provoke someone who could not be provoked?

The eunuch who delivered the decree hurriedly departed, and everyone in the great hall felt relieved.

Seeing Jun Jun Zijin took the pulse of the Emperor and Empress again, completed the routine examination, and then left the imperial palace.

At this time, the An Commandery Wang Fu, which should now be called Wen Fu, had the eunuch who delivered the decree personally watch the plaque on the main gate of the An Commandery Wang Fu being taken down before returning to the palace to report.

As soon as the eunuch left, Master Wen (the former An Commandery Wang) went black before his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

That wicked daughter caused trouble every three days and two days; the trouble grew bigger and bigger; why provoke anyone else, only to provoke Lady Lady Qingping, that living Yama?

She even dared to poke the Emperor's hospital; this time, the hole she poked directly knocked away the title of nobility.

It's over, everything is over; he fell hard; if he didn't faint, what else could he do?

The masters in the mansion were not easy to get along with, especially Wen Jiahe, who oppressed the servants in the mansion as a daily routine.

Among those servants, big and small, who had been oppressed, who did not want to watch this good show?

There they saw the fat-headed, big-eared Master Wen lying on the ground like an overturned fat shrimp, his limbs twitching, mumbling in his mouth, his appearance so ridiculous it made people unable to hold back their laughter.

Wen Fu was in chaos; within the high walls and deep courtyards, the former prosperity and noise had been replaced by a cloud of sorrow and gloom.

Lady Wen, crying despairingly on one side, directed the servants to carry Master Wen into the room.

When the dust settled, it was already the time of ten thousand lights.

The shop signs swayed in the gentle breeze, and laughter and conversation from the common people echoed through the streets and alleys; all of this formed a sharp contrast with the sorrow of Wen Fu.

Wen Jiahe had been hiding outside for a day; feeling the storm had passed, she drove her carriage back to the mansion in a leisurely manner.

A smile of triumph hung on her lips; the troubles she caused were not just one or two; although there were occasional storms, every time she had remained as stable as Mount Tai.

She did not yet know that earth-shaking changes had occurred in her home; she leaned comfortably against a soft velvet cushion.

In her heart, she was still calculating how to play some more tricks to continue shining in the circle of noble ladies in Jingcheng.

But enemies meet on narrow paths; halfway there, her carriage and He Ling'er's carriage, who had returned to her home after watching the spectacle at Wen Fu, met on a narrow road; the two carriages were stuck in the street, and neither was willing to move aside even an inch.

Wen Jiahe lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a section of carefully groomed cloud-like hair and slender eyebrows.

She looked at the carriage opposite, her eyes full of arrogance and contempt:

"Hmph, isn't this the daughter of the brute from the He family? Don't you know whose territory this is, daring to block this Young Lady's path."

She had been raised in the Wang Fu since childhood, indulged and arrogant; usually, she looked down on He Ling'er, who came from a military background, always feeling that her own noble birth meant she should be superior everywhere.

He Ling'er would not stand for it; the grudge of the original owner falling from a horse and dying, caused by Wen Jiahe last time, had not yet been avenged.

Today she had bumped into the gun barrel; beating a fallen dog was always He Ling'er's principle.

There they saw He Ling'er pointing at Wen Jiahe and cursing loudly:

"Miss Wen, stop causing trouble here; this street is not your family's; on what grounds should you yield?"

Hearing He Ling'er call her Miss Wen, Wen Jiahe's face turned green with anger; she pointed at He Ling'er and shouted:

"On the grounds that I am the current Princess, and you are merely the daughter of a general."

He Ling'er laughed heartily; that laughter was full of contempt and mockery:

"Miss Wen, your skill in digging your father's grave this time is truly of a high standard."

Saying this, she whipped forward. With a crack, the whip struck Wen Jiahe on the head.

"This whip is a gift from this Young Lady to you."

Wen Jiahe immediately let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, her hair disheveled, her eyes blazing with fire. She never expected He Ling'er would actually dare to take action.

"You wretch, how dare you hit me!"

He Ling'er was delighted; she was not like her good friend Seeing Jun Jun Zijin; she relied entirely on herself to reach this day, walking the path with caution and trepidation, always using her brain instead of her hands whenever possible.

She, He Ling'er, had parents and a brother who doted on her, and a close friend, Jun Jun Zijin, to back her up.

She could walk around with her head held high; ten-year revenge schemes didn't work on her. If she could use her fists, she wouldn't use her brain.

"I'm the one beating you! Do you still think you're a high-and-mighty Princess? Your father failed to teach you properly, indulging you in reckless behavior. Your family's surname 'Quan' has been stripped by the Emperor, your father has been stripped of his title and made a commoner, and you are now nothing but a common girl."

Wen Jiahe's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief:

"You're lying!"

At that moment, people around them chimed in:

"Miss speaks the truth. The plaque on your main gate, bearing the four large characters 'Wang Fu of An Princess,' has already been taken down."

Wen Jiahe was struck as if by lightning, her face instantly turning a shade of purple darker than pig liver.

Her worldview collapsed in that very moment. She wanted to say something, but found she could no longer speak.

Once the high-and-mighty Princess Jiahe, she now lay collapsed and soulless inside the carriage.

Seeing this, He Ling'er beamed with triumph:

"From now on, when you see me, you'd better stay far away. Believe it or not, I'll beat you every single time I see you."

Having said that, she ordered the driver to take the carriage and leave.