Chu Yingluo was returning home after shopping. When passing by the Three Princes' Mansion, she heard a familiar voice coming from inside.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the voice of stepmother Song.
Chu Yingluo turned to look at Wu Jiaojiao and ordered: "Jiaojiao, go find out what happened on the other side. Be careful and don't let anyone see you."
"yes."
After giving the instructions, Chu Yingluo returned to the mansion.
Wu Jiaojiao quietly walked around to the back of the Third Prince's Mansion and climbed up a tree by the wall to take a peek.
In the Third Prince's Mansion, Mrs. Song was hit on half of her face by a takraw ball and was yelling: "Who doesn't have the guts to kick the ball in my face? Do you not want to live anymore? This is how your prince's mansion entertains guests. ?"
Chu Yan quickly stepped forward to check: "Mom, are you okay?"
As soon as Song took his hand away, a big red mark was made on his face, which was burning and painful.
She followed the direction of the ball and saw a little boy standing not far away. Mrs. Song suddenly became furious.
"Little bastard, who are you? Is this something you did?"
When Chu Yan saw it, she immediately frowned unhappily, then she leaned into Mrs. Song's ear and whispered through gritted teeth: "Mom, he is Liu Xianxian's son."
Mrs. Song was shocked and angry: "It turns out that he is the eldest lady's son..."
Mo Zichen was chubby, with a fat head and a big brain, and looked like he was carved from the same mold as Liu Xianxian.
Because he was the only eldest son in the house, he was like a little bully on weekdays, doing whatever he wanted and being arrogant and domineering. Mo Wenhuan also loved this son very much and protected him everywhere, so Chu Yan felt disgusted every time she saw him.
At this moment, he kicked the takraw ball onto his mother, and Chu Yan was not going to let it go, so she wanted to teach him a lesson for this reason.
Chu Yan turned around and scolded: "Mo Zichen, come here and apologize to my mother."
Five-year-old Mo Zichen stood not far away, without any apology on his face. Instead, he snorted coldly, pointed at Mrs. Song and said, "How dare you insult the Crown Prince? You should kneel down and apologize to me. "
"What?" Chu Yan was shocked, as if she heard a joke, and sneered: "What a joke. You kicked the ball into my mother's face, and you still want my mother to apologize to you?"
As she said that, Chu Yan rolled up her sleeves and walked forward in a few steps. She scolded as she walked: "You are so unruly at such a young age. It seems that your mother did not teach you well. As your elder, I will discipline you well today." Discipline you.”
Taking advantage of the fact that the prince was not at home and with the support of the Song family, Chu Yan began to act unscrupulously.
She thought the child was easy to bully, but just as she was about to step forward to teach him a lesson, Mo Zichen picked up another takraw ball on the ground and threw it at her face.
The sepak takraw ball hit Chu Yan on the nose, causing her to scream in pain. The sky was spinning in front of her eyes, and a few stars seemed to appear.
The next second, a stream of bright red blood flowed out of her nose...
Chu Yan deflated, covered her nose and said angrily: "You dare to hit me?"
Mo Zichen put his hands on his hips, looking even more fierce than Liu Xianxian: "What happened if I hit you?"
He had just overheard these two bad women speaking ill of his mother, and he had already decided to teach these two women a lesson.
After saying that, Mo Zichen took out his slingshot, put the beads on it, pulled the rubber band, and shot at Song and Chu Yan, mother and daughter.
This move caught Song and Chu Yan off guard. Just as Song was about to dodge, he naughtily shot her in the buttocks.
"Ah." Mrs. Song yelled, covering her butt.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Mo Zichen laughed loudly.
Madam Song was so angry that she no longer cared about the identity of the prince, and yelled at him: "You little bastard, you are just like your mother, you have no education at all."
Mo Zichen instantly stopped smiling, grinned angrily, raised his slingshot, and planned to take aim at the Song family again.
Unexpectedly, the Song family snatched the slingshot away.
Mo Zichen was shocked. He was just a child after all and couldn't defeat Mrs. Song. He rolled his eyes and burst into tears immediately.
"Whoa, ah, ah...someone, someone, come..."
His cry instantly attracted the guards in the mansion, including his personal maid who was deliberately sent away by him.
"Your Majesty, what happened?"
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you..."
Everyone gathered around the prince to express concern, and no one looked at Song and Chu Yan who were standing aside.
Mo Zichen pushed a few people away, stamped his feet, pointed at Song and Chu Yan in front of him, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "They bullied me."
Seeing this, Mrs. Song and Chu Yan looked at each other and couldn't help but feel shocked. They didn't expect that he had a trick up his sleeve. This kid was quite thoughtful.
Not to be outdone, Chu Yan said: "Don't listen to his nonsense. He was disrespectful to the general's wife. He hit my mother with a sepak takraw ball and a slingshot, and even injured my nose..."
Mo Zichen put his hands on his hips and said vigorously: "Did any of you see me beating them?"
Several maids shook their heads.
"This slave didn't see it."
"My servant didn't see it either..."
Chu Yan was choked for a moment.
Mo Zichen raised his eyebrows proudly, then pointed at Mrs. Song and said, "Why are you holding my slingshot in your hand? Do you want to hit me?"
Mrs. Song looked down at the slingshot in her hand, and then she realized that she had been fooled by this little bastard.
The slingshot was like a hot potato for a moment, neither holding it nor throwing it away.
"I, I didn't..."
Mrs. Song spoke weakly.
Mo Zichen snorted and said to his servants: "Hurry up and arrest them. They are bullying me. Each of them will get twenty blows."
The servants listened to the prince's instructions and stepped forward to arrest people.
Chu Yan was so frightened that she took two steps back, tightened her grip on Song's clothes, and said in a trembling voice: "Mom, what should I do..."
Mrs. Song clenched her fists, and before the guards came up, she shouted sternly: "How dare you! I am the wife of the General's Mansion and the mother-in-law of the Third Prince."
"Your Majesty is naughty, are you going to follow suit? If you dare to attack me when the prince is not here, be careful that the prince will come back and skin you."
The servants looked at Song and Chu Yan, and then looked at the young prince with hesitant eyes.
"Your Majesty, this is the wife of the General's Mansion..."
The general's wife is a distinguished guest in the house, and she is also the second wife's natal family. On weekdays, even the prince has to give in to her.
Unexpectedly, Mo Zichen raised his chin with an arrogant look on his face: "It doesn't matter what she is, madam, my father is not here, I have the final say in this mansion."
The guards thought for a while and decided to listen to the prince's words.
The prince did personally give instructions that in his absence, the young prince would have the final say in the mansion.
"General's wife, second lady, I'm offended..."
After saying that, several people stepped forward to capture Song and Chu Yan.
The two of them opened their eyes in horror and began to struggle violently.
Mrs. Song shouted: "You are so outrageous, let me go..."
Chu Yan was so frightened that she cried: "No, I don't want to be beaten! You can't just listen to his words. I am his aunt. If you have anything to do, wait until the prince comes back..."
Mo Zichen clasped his hands behind his back and snorted coldly: "She is not my aunt. If anything happens, I will be responsible for it."
As soon as these words came out, the guards no longer had any scruples. Some carried a long bench into the yard, and some pressed Song and Chu Yan on the bench.
Two strong guards stood on each side, holding thick long wooden boards in their hands.
Seeing this battle, Chu Yan was so frightened that she started crying even before the fight began.
"don't want......"
