Chapter 327: Innocent Child

I am very disappointed.

She spoke, only four words, and the gaze of everyone watching was so disappointed.

What do you believe in?

Did you take the grain Jia Chuan gave you from what you told them? Did you take the silver you got from capturing him?

And furthermore...

Kill him, how old is he?

Nine years old!

Think about the child running all over your courtyard; he's about the same age as your children!

She lightly shook her head...

Don't listen to her speak, she's spreading lies to confuse the masses, it's her who's blocking the capture of people. At that moment, the guiding voice appeared again.

But...

Du Er!

Jiang Yunchu gave an order, and a group of black-clad people moved.

This is what she had been waiting for!

Only a flash of blue clothing suddenly leapt into the air; the person who had just incited, seeing things were not right, hurriedly ran away.

But he had just thrown a stone at Zhang Cunwen, and was directly kicked by an embroidered shoe, that angle, that measure.

The forehead, same spot as Zhang Cunwen, but the force was different.

That man felt his head dizzy for a moment; when he tried to get up and run again, it was already too late.

The embroidered shoe stepped on his chest; he filtered blood droplets, widened his eyes, and saw that cold face — the Regent's Consort!

You bullied my people? And you want to run?

Who gave you the gall? She lightly curled her lips, her whole person carrying a hint of wickedness.

That person reacted, immediately shouting loudly, 'The Regent Prince's Manor assaulted someone, harbored a criminal, and still assaulted someone!'

But...

A dagger was directly pressed against his throat.

Since you say that, if I don't do something, it would be sorry for the rumors you fabricated?

Hehe—

What do you say?

The sharp dagger lightly slit his throat; only then did he realize what he had provoked, looking at Jiang Yunchu's eyes, wide open, even his breathing slowed a bit.

Princess Consort, spare my life, Princess Consort, spare my life.

He backed down.

Whoever backs down first loses.

Jiang Yunchu grabbed his clothes, tapped with lightness skill, and returned to the main gate of the Regent Prince's Manor.

She casually threw him aside, tiptoe stepping on his chest; his complexion had turned pale, his breathing ragged, as if he had just come from the brink of death.

I am disappointed in you.

Our Regent Prince's Manor gives out porridge every year for a month, twelve two-hour periods a day, never interrupted.

When you had no grain, when you were about to starve to death, you survived by relying on the porridge from our Regent Prince's Manor.

But!

What are you doing?

Jiang Yunchu smiled half-smile; many people below, their expressions began to look unnatural, some even slowly stepped back, hiding in the crowd.

You smashed the gate of our Regent Prince's Manor, struck its face, hurt its children!

She spoke word by word, looking at those people; despite her face showing no expression, such a Regent's Consort made them feel they had encountered a different princess consort.

Before, Jiang Yunchu always appeared as a weakling; the Regent Prince's Manor's foundation was unstable, its interior uncertain, she needed to rely on popular support to steady the Regent Prince's Manor.

But now...

Popular support?

If popular support is like this, she would rather not have it!

Princess Consort, we were led by someone.

At that moment, a young person spoke, saying he had drunk the porridge from the Regent Prince's Manor last year, otherwise he wouldn't be alive now, but what had he just done?

Looking at the rotten vegetables and leftover rotten vegetable leaves in his hand, his face was pallid.

Guidance?

Since you were guided, that shows your hearts lack faith.

The Regent Prince has waged war for many years, his life or death still unknown; don't we hate him?

We don't hate traitors, we don't hate spies? Don't we hate?

Each of her questions was directly thrown at the populace; her bloodshot eyes, her sharp questions, like knives, pierced directly into each person's heart.

Look at this child!

At that moment, Jiang Yunchu pulled over a child, dressed in student clothing, now lost-spirited, just standing there, unable to find his soul.

His name is Jia Chuan.

He is the child you shouted to beat and kill.

He is nine years old this year! Just turned nine!

She looked at each person below; that light sneer, like a series of big slaps, directly struck everyone's faces.

Is he a traitor?

Is he a spy?

She paused, lightly sighed, "Someone among you thinks his parents are!"

Sages have said, innocent children!

Yet you want to drive him to death, in the midnight reverie, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking at the door?

Jia Chuan seemed like a soulless doll; everything that happened today dealt him too great a blow, his eyes lost focus, no one knows what he's thinking, nor what he's experiencing.

Who knows this person?

Jiang Yunchu kicked with the tip of her foot; the person just stepped on was kicked forward a considerable distance, showing how much force she used.

"Familiar-looking." At this moment, someone muttered.

When this person said that, everyone stared closely at the person lying on the ground; that person hastily covered his face, but it was too late.

Isn't this a person from the Cao family?

Yes, the person beside Cao Eldest Young Master, the mole on his nose, I remember.

Yes!

It's him!

Good heavens, he has been guiding us all along just now, then we were deceived by the Cao family.

Before, how much they resented the Regent Prince's Manor; now their resentment has been shifted.

People are like that; when they have a outlet for resentment, they will immediately shift it, it's human nature—one always thinks oneself is never wrong, it must be some other cause.

Now they have found that cause…

The Cao family deceived us, making us misunderstand the manor, let's go!

For a moment, no one guided this time, because their hearts will automatically guide…

Their guilt, their self-reproach, are enough to guide themselves to vent resentment, to release.

Jiang Yunchu looked at the crowd dispersing, towards the direction of the three carriages, she lightly pointed at the heads, without greeting, directly said to those few children, "Go home."

Jia Chuan followed behind, soulless, watching the people disperse, watching the filthy vegetable leaves and rotten eggs on the ground, all that filth, because of him.

The children returned, Jiang Yunchu said nothing, "Bathe, then have the manor doctor examine their wounds."

After she said that expressionlessly, she directly returned to Rhyme Courtyard.

"Tell Du Er, the captured person, hand him over directly to the outside guards, don't bring him into the manor." Jiang Yunchu rubbed her brows, somewhat fatigued, said to Bai Zhi.

Yes!

Bai Zhi received the order, hurriedly left.

Zi Su and Zi Wu said something, then hurried off, she wants the kitchen to quickly prepare hot water and meals, the master just rushed back, maybe hasn't slept for several days?

Upon returning, she faces this situation, she must be so anxious and weary?