Jian Qing watched the situation in front of him gradually become out of control, his face turned pale with fear, and his lips were trembling.
However, she still picked up the broom on the ground and mustered up the courage to stand in front of Ji Wanrong.
"She is the princess! How can you mess around! If...if you do this again, I will...I will bite someone!"
"What a loyal dog!"
"Shut up!" Before the boy could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ji Wanrong with a cold face.
She pressed Jian Qing's trembling hands, took the broom in her hand, and stood sideways in front of her.
"There are still guards guarding the gate of Chuyun Garden. They can come in and take someone at any time. And I am the princess of Mojie City who entered the Jade Disc. If you still do this, the person who is insulting is not me, but the people of Mojie City. face."
Ji Wanrong's cold face, full of cold pressure, and his words seemed to have natural leadership, which made the group of angry servants take a few steps back in unison.
"I know that many of you are reluctant to come to my yard, but today is just the right day. If you don't want to stay, say it now, I will never leave anyone behind."
"You can leave immediately, and you can get a reward of two taels of silver!" Ji Wanrong said with a cold voice, and looked at Jian Qing who was standing aside, "Jian Qing, go to my house to get the silver!"
As soon as Ji Wanrong said this, the leading boy named Huang Er laughed loudly.
"You are afraid that we will leave, and now you want to use money to keep someone? I am not that stupid. I want to stay here with you, an ugly girl, who is grounded? I am determined to leave! Brothers, let's go!"
Ji Wanrong's expression did not change as she listened to his offensive words. She nodded, "If you want to leave Chuyun Garden, just take a step to the left, meet Qing, and give him money."
Seeing Qing gritting his teeth, he angrily threw the two taels of silver at his feet: "Leave, no matter how you beg, you can never come back!"
The bright white silver glowed with a warm yellow light under the candlelight. Once it was green, the silver rolled in the soil.
When Huang Er saw that there was real silver, his eyes lit up. He didn't care that the silver was rolling in the mud, he picked it up and put it in his mouth to bite.
"This money is real! This ugly girl is mentally ill. Not only did she let us go, she also gave us money! Only a fool begged you to come back!"
Ji Wanrong glanced at him with lowered eyelids and said calmly: "Who else wants to leave? You can't leave after tonight."
"After tonight, I will be grounded with this ugly girl for the rest of my life and stay in the yard until she dies of old age. I want to leave too!"
Someone in the crowd began to speak one after another.
As long as he said he wanted to leave, Ji Wanrong would give him money.
In the end, there were only three scattered people left, except Jian Qing.
There was also a short girl who looked very young. She was the only servant and was as skinny as a monkey.
Ji Wanrong didn't ask why they stayed. She just walked to the door of the yard and knocked on the closed door expressionlessly.
After three "knock knock knock" sounds, the closed door slowly opened, and a face with the same expressionless expression popped out.
This guard had a dead face, something Ji Wanrong had never seen before.
"These people don't want to stay in my yard. I have promised them they can leave, and I hope you can let them leave."
"No, no one in the courtyard can leave without an order from the prince."
After the guard said this, he closed the door involuntarily, and the courtyard started to boil again.
"It's over, it's over, we have to stay with this ugly girl for the rest of our lives!"
"Any talk of letting us go is just pretentious! It's so shameless!"
Ji Wanrong's face gradually turned cold. She was about to speak, but she heard the short girl put her hands on her hips and spoke sharply.
"Don't act like a good boy when you get the advantage! You call Jianqing a loyal dog, but you are not even loyal. Put down the bowl and scold your mother, you are worse than a dog!"
After hearing what the little maid said, Ji Wanrong glanced at her in surprise, and then said: "Don't worry, I will never keep anyone who should leave."
After Ji Wanrong said this, he went straight back to the courtyard regardless of the complaints of the servants behind him.
She didn't have time to get angry with these insignificant people. Ji Wanrong still had one more important thing to do now, which was to heal her face.
She didn't care about appearance. She didn't have time in the past, so she wasn't in a hurry to prepare an antidote to heal her face.
But Gu Mingyue, Zhong Jinge and the servants kept shouting about ugly girls, which made her upset.
But when she returned to the house, Jian Qing rushed in, followed by Ji Wanrong.
She closed the door, looked at Ji Wanrong's leisurely and contented look, sighed several times, and finally spoke hesitantly: "Princess, are you hungry? Do you want dinner?"
Ji Wanrong originally thought that she wanted to ask him what happened tonight, but he didn't expect that she hesitated and said this.
She couldn't help but laugh.
"The dinner is no longer available. The people in the courtyard are so angry. Although I only had my food cut in half, they are so outnumbered that the food should not be in our hands."
"Ah! Then Princess, what should we do? They are so rampant. Are they going to starve to death in vain because they are confined in this courtyard by the prince?"
After seeing Qing say this, her stomach growled.
Ji Wanrong couldn't help but smiled again, and then said: "If you bear with it as long as you can, when the time comes, those people in the yard will get what they want."
Seeing that Qing didn't understand what Ji Wanrong meant, she felt worried.
She was still thinking about how the remaining food at noon could sustain the master and servant for a few days.
But when he saw Ji Wanrong waved his hand towards him, he lay down on the soft couch by himself.
"I'm a little tired. I need to close my eyes and rest my mind. Please guard the house and tell others not to come in and disturb me. Also, from now on, just call me miss. Don't call me princess."
Jian Qing looked at Ji Wanrong's tired face, suppressed his doubts, and then obediently stepped back and took out the lunch leftovers from his room.
She was a little lucky that Ji Wanrong asked her to eat at noon, but she was reluctant to eat, so that her young lady would not starve to death in the next few days.
I don’t know when the prince will show mercy and release the young lady.
On the other side, as soon as Ji Wanrong closed his eyes, his mind returned to space.
As soon as he entered the space, Ji Wanrong frowned slightly.
She felt that this space seemed a little different from what she remembered, as if there was something extra.
Ji Wanrong frowned and walked around, only to find that there was a gap on the left side of the cabinet where the white wall was originally.
She pushed it tentatively and realized that it was actually a door!
What hit me was the strong smell of disinfectant.
Ji Wanrong was very familiar with this smell. She even felt a little relieved when she smelled it. She sniffed sharply.
What comes into view is a small space filled with various equipment and instruments, including CT scanners, blood cell analyzers, etc.
There are also various tools needed for surgery.
I never thought this space would change!
Ji Wanrong blinked and felt very surprised. Although these things were not of much use in ancient times, where they are, she felt like she had a home.
She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, walked around the small room, returned to the experimental table, and began to study her corroded face.
The poison on the human skin mask was very harsh and corrosive. It took Ji Wanrong a lot of energy to prepare the antidote.
Ji Wanrong stared intently at the potions and reagents prepared in front of him. He didn't know how long it took before he finally prepared the antidote.
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the light potion in front of her, feeling indescribable pride and satisfaction in her heart.
She was just about to soak the potion in a silk cloth and apply it on her face, but she heard a joyful voice coming from her ears, which sounded like someone who had just seen youth.
"Miss! Good news! Great news!"
"The prince was assassinated on the carriage. His life was in danger, and blood flowed all over the floor. The prince was dying and was sent back to the palace by Crown Prince Zhong! Crown Prince Zhong was hurriedly asking Dr. Sun and Dr. Liu to come and treat him!"
Jian Qing's voice was cheerful, sounding like he was about to celebrate the New Year.
