Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 885 Slapping Down a Feud (3)

Chapter 885: Chapter 885 Slapping Down a Feud (3)

If it weren’t for the fear of being accused of bullying by taking advantage of my position, and damaging my father’s reputation, I would’ve dealt with this arrogant woman too.

Indeed, as soon as Mo Yan’s voice fell, the onlookers began to discuss eagerly, "Princess Hejia truly lives up to her title, personally conferred by The Emperor, truly magnanimous! However, maids who cause trouble for their masters indeed deserve punishment. Otherwise, if this happens again, and they don’t encounter someone as forgiving as the County Lord, then it would be this Lady who gets dealt with."

"But I think that Lady doesn’t seem willing, look how fierce her eyes are, she must hate the County Lord in her heart!"

"Humph, ungrateful! Relying on a little power from her family to bully others, it’s a good thing it’s the County Lord. If it were an ordinary person, who knows how she might’ve been tormented!"

"..."

Listening to the discussions around her, Fan Meijiao felt like her lungs were about to explode. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong and was even less willing to punish her own maid by having her slap herself. Humph, it was all this wretch’s fault. If she hadn’t stubbornly held on, why would she have suffered such humiliation?

Just wait, wretch, you’ll see what’s coming to you!

Fan Meijiao was seething with hatred, and it began to show on her face. The smile she had managed to conjure up earlier was gone, and she could only glare at Mo Yan and ask with gnashing teeth, "Why must the County Lord stoop to argue with a maid? Once I return to Zhao Mansion, I will train her properly."

"So you’re saying you can’t bear to punish this maid?" Mo Yan did not get angry but instead looked moved as she spoke to Fan Meijiao, "I did not expect the Lady to protect this maid so dearly, truly like a bond between servant and master, perhaps even deeper than sisters. It truly touches my heart!"

In a wealthy family, there was never a thing like deep sisterly affection between a young mistress and her maid. If someone were to receive such praise, it certainly wasn’t applauding the mistress’s kindness and tolerance but mocking her for not acting like a mistress and for preferring to associate with a maid of low status. Such self-degradation could only lead others to look down on her, thinking she’s not presentable.

Mo Yan did not believe in these distinctions between high and low, noble and humble. She said such things deliberately just to disgust Fan Meijiao. You want to save face? Then don’t expect to keep your inner dignity either!

As expected, Fan Meijiao trembled with rage, her index finger shaking as she pointed at Mo Yan and harshly said, "You... shut your mouth for me, Miss."

Fan Meijiao, born into a merchant family, could not look past her status even though there was no shortage of Silver at home. She considered her merchant daughter status a humiliation, further compounded by her upbringing in Zhao Mansion, under the loving care of Madame Zhao who provided her with everything better than even the official daughters of Zhao Mansion.

Even as Fan Meijiao mingled outside, she carried herself as a daughter of the Zhao Mansion, but deep down she always felt inferior due to her origins as a merchant’s daughter. Therefore, she was particularly sensitive about status. Now, being publicly shamed by Mo Yan struck right at her sensitive nerve, and she yelled at Mo Yan without regard for consequence.

Staring at the finger almost touching her nose, Mo Yan’s smile faded, and she radiated an aura of sternness that demanded respect, "Should the Lady continue to speak ill towards the County Lord, do not blame me for accusing you of disrespect."

Fan Meijiao quickly sobered up, finally remembering that the person before her was the high and mighty County Lord, not someone she could casually criticize, and certainly not someone she, a mere merchant’s daughter, could defy!

With this realization, her expression turned particularly unsightly, and she said resentfully, "Then what would you have me do?"

Mo Yan smiled faintly and nodded towards the green-clad maid trembling behind Fan Meijiao, "Since it was this mouth that caused you trouble, let’s go with twenty slaps."

Twenty slaps?

The green-clad maid was so scared that she quivered like a sieve, her eyes filled with fear as she clung to Fan Meijiao’s sleeve and pleaded, "Miss, I beg you, save me, save me, I won’t dare do it again!"