Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 886 Slapping Down a Feud (4)

Chapter 886: Chapter 886 Slapping Down a Feud (4)

Twenty slaps might not sound like many, but they were more than enough to bruise a face beyond recognition. A little extra force could knock out all the teeth without it being a surprise.

Fan Meijiao felt utterly humiliated just for the sake of a maid: she had lost face and dignity. Full of resentment and seeing the green-clad maid dare to plead for mercy, her anger flared, and she yanked back her sleeve with force, pointing at a sturdy old woman and scolding, "You, slap her mouth!"

"Yes, as you command!" The old woman responded loudly, stepping forward and delivering a heavy slap to the green-clad maid, who cried out piercingly and lost her balance, falling to the ground.

"Ah—" The green-clad maid clutched her face and let out a pitiful scream that was chilling to hear.

No wonder the old woman struck so hard; it was well known that under the guise of being the chief maid and with Fan Meijiao’s favor, the green-clad maid was extremely harsh to the lower-ranked servants. They had suffered a lot at her hands and now seized the opportunity for payback—no one was going to let this chance slip by that easily!

The old woman, having served Fan Meijiao for years, understood her temperament well. The green-clad maid had caused her great embarrassment; getting off without being beaten to death once they returned home would be a mercy. The old woman slapped the maid with no hesitation, full of resentment.

The sharp sound of slaps echoed through the corridor until all twenty were delivered. The green-clad maid lay on the ground spitting out a pool of blood, having fainted from the blows. Her once delicate face was swollen like a pig’s head—unrecognizable even to her own parents should they arrive.

Mo Yan hadn’t expected the old woman to strike so hard and felt not a twinge of sympathy for the green-clad maid.

Fan Meijiao, having been severely humiliated, harbored a deep hatred for Mo Yan, yet she didn’t dare provoke her further. As she listened to the whispered conversations around her, she felt utterly faceless; shooting a venomous glare at Mo Yan, she led her group of maids quickly out of the teahouse. They headed directly to Zhao Mansion to file a complaint, disregarding their original plan to watch Mo Qingze parade on horseback.

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"Sister, that woman might hold a grudge against you. What are we going to do if she seeks revenge?"

In the private room, Xin Er watched her sister, who was contentedly sipping tea, and voiced her concerns with a worried heart.

Mo Yan set down her teacup, rubbed her sister’s head, and laughed, "If I were afraid of revenge, I wouldn’t have done it! Don’t worry your little head over such things."

"But still..." Xin Er wanted to say more, but was suddenly distracted by the sound of lively drum and gong music nearby. She immediately forgot her worries and joined her siblings at the window, craning towards the source of the noise.

Watching her chattering siblings, Mo Yan shook her head with a smile, moved to another window, and released Maomao from the Space while the others weren’t paying attention, quietly instructing it to fly out.

"Look, there’s father, the one riding in the front is father!" Zhenzhen cheered excitedly, dancing with joy.

"Yes, I see him, our foster father is wearing red; he looks wonderful!" Shengsheng’s dark eyes sparkled with admiration as she watched her foster father come closer.

Zhenzhen spoke proudly, "That’s right, our father is so majestic and handsome, of course he looks the best! One day I’ll also pass the examinations and become Champion Scholar. I’ll wear a red robe and parade through the streets on horseback. Mm, I’ll definitely look even better than father."

"Don’t flatter yourself!" Xin Er couldn’t help but tease her brother, "Even if you grow up to be more handsome than father, do you think you can be as brilliant and become Champion Scholar?"

Feeling underestimated by his sister, Zhenzhen retorted with annoyance, "Hmph, don’t look down on me. One day I’ll certainly become Champion Scholar and show you."

Xin Er merely smiled and turned her attention back to their father, paying no mind to her brother’s reaction, which only goaded Zhenzhen further.

The little fellow, gazing at their father exuding glory atop a majestic horse, clenched his tiny fists, swearing in his heart to study hard. He didn’t just want to become a Scholar; he was determined to achieve the "Triple Success" in the imperial examinations and surpass his father.

Meanwhile, the main street was filled with onlookers, and many young women, finding the new Champion Scholar more handsome than any man they had ever seen, were temporarily dumbstruck. Some of the bolder ones even threw their handkerchiefs or purse at him.

With so many people, who could tell who threw what?

When the first purse hit Mo Qingze, he was taken aback. As handkerchiefs and purses continued to pelt him, he finally realized what was happening and did his best to dodge them. Getting hit in the face wouldn’t look very dignified.

The Second Top Scholar and the Top Third Scholar behind him were not spared. The elderly Second Top Scholar was struck in the face with a fragrant handkerchief, turning red as he muttered about the decline of public morals. The Top Third Scholar, who was about the same age as Mo Qingze, also looked displeased—not because a purse had hit his forehead, but because the man in front, basking in the crowd’s adoration, was not him.

"Father, father, here, look here, we’re here!"

As Mo Qingze passed the teahouse, he heard several familiar voices. He looked up and immediately saw the children at the window, his face breaking into a warm smile. Knowing they couldn’t hear him, he raised his hand and waved, signaling that he had seen them.

"Ah—father saw us, father saw us!" The children grew even more excited upon seeing this, their little hands waving even more energetically.

It wasn’t until Mo Qingze moved further away, even his silhouette becoming blurred, that the children reluctantly withdrew their gazes. They picked up their tea and sipped slowly, moistening their parched throats.

That evening, there was to be a grand banquet in the palace. Mo Qingze would not be able to leave the palace until the end of Xu hour, so Mo Yan and the others were not in a hurry to return home. They stayed in the teahouse for a while longer before descending to stroll in the streets below.

After a while, the children complained that the sun was too hot and did not wish to continue wandering, so Mo Yan decided to take them to the Liu Family’s place, planning to meet up with an old friend. However, she had not anticipated that at that moment, the Liu Family’s home was being besieged by the young and old of the Du Family...

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