Ji Wanrong looked at the scene in front of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion without any expression. Instead, he held up his skirt and got off the carriage first.
"The gambling hasn't started yet, it's not over. You can come back later."
Ji Wanrong took one last look at Mo Jiecheng when he lowered the car curtain, and all he saw were his dark and deep pupils.
As soon as Prince Han's carriage stopped, it attracted the attention of the surrounding people.
When they saw Ji Wanrong, a group of servants waiting at the door all knelt down and saluted Ji Wanrong, "My slaves, I respectfully welcome the princess back to the door. May the princess be safe and sound."
When Mo Jiecheng, who was sitting in the carriage, saw this scene, he smiled a little self-deprecatingly, laughing that the outcome was already decided, and laughing at his nonsense about actually waking up Ji Wanrong and making a bet with her.
How could Nanyang Houfu and Yaoer treat her badly?
After everyone bowed, two maids led Ji Wanrong into the gate of Nanyang Hou Mansion very warmly.
When Ji Wanrong crossed the threshold, he saw a blazing brazier behind the threshold.
"Princess, please step over the brazier to get rid of bad luck!" The leader, Nanny Chen, had a pair of triangular eyes and looked at Ji Wanrong sideways.
As soon as she finished speaking, there were two little maids holding wet mugwort in one hand and waving it on Ji Wanrong's body.
The gate of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion was left open. While the servants followed the etiquette carefully, their actions also deepened people's impression of Ji Wanrong's disaster star.
Thinking of Ji Wanrong's name as the Disaster Star, the people in the capital felt that the behavior of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion was understandable.
Ji Wanrong stood still and smiled coldly: "Going into the house and stepping over the brazier is what prisoners who have finished their prison term do when they return home. What? This is how the Nanyang Marquis Mansion treats my princess when she returns home today. The princess’s?”
"Do you think Prince Han's Mansion is a prison and Prince Han is a cruel official?"
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking, Mrs. Chen was slightly startled.
She didn't expect that this little bitch not only refused to answer her questions and didn't listen to her words and stepped over the brazier, but he also became so sharp-tongued.
She hurriedly asked the two boys beside the door to close the door.
After the door closed with a bang, Mrs. Chen put her hands on her waist and spoke coldly.
"You stole this princess's name. Now that you have entered the territory of the Nanyang Hou Mansion, you still want to act arrogantly in front of Mrs. Hou Men?"
Ji Wanrong smiled when he heard this: "Who is Lin Wenrui? Originally, she was not even qualified to be a concubine of the Hou Mansion, she was just a shady outsider."
She spoke clearly every word.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Chen's eyes suddenly became fierce, and she motioned to several servants with her eyes to surround Ji Wanrong.
"It's okay to go home, but you can't bring bad luck back home. You have already caused misfortune to the Nanyang Marquis Mansion!"
After Mrs. Chen said this, she took the washbasin that the maid next to her had been holding.
The basin was filled with a dark, red liquid that looked like dog blood, with mugwort floating on top of the dog blood.
Ji Wanrong did not expect that the people of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion would give her such a big blow behind closed doors. She stared at the boy approaching her.
If she resisted, the people in the Nanyang Marquis' Mansion could deliberately create the impression to everyone in the capital that she had robbed her younger sister of her marriage, and on the day she returned home, she came to the Nanyang Marquis' Mansion because she was not favored in the palace. The illusion of wantonness.
In the future, Ji Wanrong's reputation will surely be like that of a rat crossing the street.
Ji Wanrong didn't care about other people's impressions. She had summoned poisonous powder and silver needles from space.
But how fast she reacted, two fists were no match for four hands. Even if she sprinkled poisonous powder and silver needles, the painful reaction would take time, and she could not avoid the pot of blood in her hands.
"When I get rid of all the bad luck in her body, you just carry this broomstick across the brazier!" The old woman gave the order and threw the water basin in her hand at Ji Wanrong.
Seeing that Mrs. Chen's blood was about to be spilled on her body, Ji Wanrong took a step back, then covered her face with her sleeves, and the silver needle in her hand was ready to go.
But the next moment, the expected unpleasant and disgusting smell of blood did not come. Instead, he felt the hard and warm chest behind him, and Ji Wanrong was slightly startled.
Then she smelled the familiar scent of fir trees.
Ji Wanrong put down his sleeves and saw Mo Jiecheng's tight jawline and cold profile.
His dark face looked at the mother-in-law steadily, and his whole body had a sharp aura.
Ji Wanrong was slightly startled.
Mo Jiecheng stood behind her and pinched the edge of the washbasin in Mrs. Chen's hand. His strong arms stopped Mrs. Chen's next movement.
"What I hate the most is for slaves to bully their masters. How dare you use such methods to disgrace your masters?"
After Mo Jiecheng said this, he suddenly poured the dog's blood in the basin onto Mrs. Chen's body.
Then he kicked over the burning brazier on the ground.
There were two loud bangs, and Mrs. Chen had been splashed all over her body.
Everyone was silent.
Mrs. Chen smelled the disgusting smell all over her body and felt like vomiting. But when she saw Mo Jiecheng's dark face, which was like Yama's, she was so frightened that she knelt down.
Today is the day when the little bitchy hoof returns home.
Why is this evil god here too? Still looking so angry?
Could it be that she didn't see the person behind Ji Wanrong just now, and the black dog's blood almost spilled on the prince, so the prince was so angry?
Or is it because Ji Wanrong got married a while ago, and because of the evil spirit of the disaster star, the prince was assassinated, so the prince came to blame the Nanyang Marquis Mansion?
If she said that the prince was angry because of Ji Wanrong and now wanted to support Ji Wanrong, then she wouldn't believe it at all.
Because the prince fell in love with the second lady, and because Ji Wanrong climbed into bed, he hated her.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Chen quickly begged for mercy.
"My lord, I just want to help Ji Wanrong get rid of bad luck! She conquered her mother, brother, and grandmother! I do this for the good of Nanyang Marquis Mansion!"
"This old slave is also here to help you, my lord! It's because there was nothing to restrain this evil beast before that you were assassinated!"
She did not plead guilty, but explained to Mo Jiecheng with a grimace, and her tone deliberately followed Mo Jiecheng's wishes and disparaged Ji Wanrong.
"Just now, the old slave was blind and nearly splashed the prince with black dog blood, which frightened the prince. But it was also because Ji Wanrong stood in front of you, preventing the old slave from noticing you and leading the old slave to splash it on you!"
"If we talk about it, Ji Wanrong is the one who deserves death!"
