"Mother, itâs not brotherâs fault."
Lele spoke up at this moment.
Madam Li was also quick to explain, "The young master was running a bit too fast, but he was stable. It was their servant girl who came from behind and knocked the young master down. The young master caught her clothing only after being tripped."
Yang Chuxia hadnât been keen on hearing these explanations, but they only fueled her anger the moment she did, especially since this woman had the audacity to call her son a bastard over and over again.
With her face set cold, she moved forward step by step, the chill and menace emanating from her inadvertently causing the plump girl to retreat, though she still blurted out, "What are you doing, what do you want to do? Do you know who I am?" Remembering this, she glanced at Yang Chuxiaâs face, then at Yang Chuxiaâs figure, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.
"I donât want to know who you, this little wretch, are!" Yang Chuxia snorted coldly, grabbed her hair before she could continue speaking, and slapped her, "I donât care what you are, dare to insult my son, hit my son, and I can beat you to death!"
"Look at all this fat on you, donât you know your own weight, do you understand that with your size, even an adult would have a hard time taking a hit, let alone a child? Such a fragile child like my son, you could actually bring yourself to hit him? Besides, was it his fault? It was your blind, cruel maid who tripped my son, and I havenât even settled the score with you, yet youâve already started hitting my son? Today, Iâll teach you a lesson. Youâll learn who you can hit and who you canât." She finished speaking and then slap after slap, a series of slaps flew her way.
Suddenly, her already pig-like face ballooned even further.
Maybe it was because Yang Chuxia was too quick, the people accompanying the plump girl didnât react in time, and by the time they did, the girl had already been beaten to a pulp.
"Let go of our young miss, let her go!" Two servant girls hurried forward shouting, and two young males stepped up too, but with a kick each, they were knocked over by her.
Seeing the two servant girls approaching, Yang Chuxia temporarily let go of the plump girl, "Yangyang, who caused your fall just now?"
"That one!" Little Yangyangâs eyes were brimming with tears, still sobbing. Following her sonâs gaze, Yang Chuxia saw it was the maid in blue. Seeing her sonâs swollen face, she quickly said, "Take Yangyang and Lele down the mountain first, thereâs medicine for reducing swelling in the carriage, apply some, and then have Ye Yi go back first to call for a doctor."
"Yes," said the two women as they carried the children down the mountain.
Yang Chuxia then grabbed the servant girl, "Was it you who tripped my son? Couldnât you have pulled him up after he fell? Huh? A mere maid dares to bully others because of her master? Who gave you the guts?"
As she said this, Yang Chuxia slapped her across the face, and just as she was about to hit again, another servant girl suddenly bellowed, "Our young miss is the daughter of the Lord Prefect, youâll pay for hitting her, just wait for your family to be raided."
If she hadnât said that, Yang Chuxia might have been in a good enough mood to let it go after the beating, but now it was like stirring up a hornetâs nest. It didnât matter if it was the Prefect or not; isnât there someone in the court for everyone?
So the hand she had raised landed again on the maidâs face, strikes from both sides, and with her strength, another pig-headed face was born.
"The daughter of the Lord Prefect?" Yang Chuxia snorted coldly, "Would the daughter of the Lord Prefect be so uneducated, so cruel, to slap a child over a year old?"