CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 23: I’LL STICK A DIRTY WORD REBOUND TALISMAN ON YOU!

Yu Nianzhao waved his hand, "No need for thanks, no need for thanks. But you, having been urgently pushed to the ground like that, what should you do if your pretty little face gets hurt?"

Pretty little face?

Song Caiwei’s face was flushed with embarrassment, but her heart still twitched in pain.

She raised her hand to cover her right cheek, cautiously lifted her head to glance at Yu Nianzhao’s clean and fair beautiful face.

Clearly her own face is the attractive one, but that dark red birthmark on her cheek... Does she truly not see it?

The sudden feeling of inferiority caused the warmth to rapidly drain from Song Caiwei’s face, turning even paler than before.

She bit her lip lightly, and said softly, "Miss, please don’t joke with me, I’m clearly so ugly."

Yu Nianzhao replied in surprise, "Ugly? Young lady, you’re truly beautiful, I don’t lie."

"But..."

"Miss, are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Two maidservants rushed over, panting heavily as they checked if Song Caiwei was injured from the fall.

Song Caiwei shook her head, "Cui, Die, I’m fine. It was this young lady who protected me."

The maidservants immediately thanked Yu Nianzhao, "Thank you, young lady!"

"You’re welcome!"

"Young master, young master!"

A group of guards broke through the crowd, saw Song Jiling frozen in place except that his eyes could move, and without a word, tore the talisman off his forehead.

"Ahhh! What did you do to me just now? You wretch, I want to kill you!"

Once the talisman was removed, Song Jiling’s expression turned even uglier, the greenish-black on his face was near to dripping ink.

But this time, the target was Yu Nianzhao.

If it weren’t for the guards holding him back, he would really charge over and eat Yu Nianzhao alive.

"Wretch?"

Xie Jiuxiao squinted, replied coldly, "Slap!"

"Yes!"

Mu Hongxuan leapt forward, appeared in front of Song Jiling, and without hesitation slapped him hard twice.

Song Jiling’s already greenish-black face instantly swelled up red like a pig’s head.

"What a bastard, what a bastard!"

Song Jiling was about to go mad with anger.

"Jiling, calm down, this is the street, if you act wrongly, Father and Grandfather will be angry."

Song Caiwei, disregarding her own situation, hurriedly walked to Song Jiling to stop him.

Song Jiling roared, "Get lost, ugly freak! What right do you have to meddle with me?"

"I, I’m your sister..."

Song Caiwei’s eyes welled with tears, yet she still firmly clenched her fist, standing in front of him.

"You ugly freak, you don’t deserve to be my sister, Song Lanyi is my sister. Why don’t you drop dead? If you died, I would only have Song Lanyi as a sister."

Song Jiling kept yelling, veins popping out.

"Jiling..."

Song Caiwei was heartbroken, retreating continuously, tears streaming down as she mumbled, "We are siblings born of the same mother, yet you wish me to die?"

Song Jiling’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Yes, ugly freak, hurry up and die!"

"Spouting filth, did you take a bath in a dung pit? Your mouth is so vile, it’s stinkier than your great-grandmother’s footcloth!"

Yu Nianzhao smirked without smiling, walked to Song Caiwei, blocking Song Jiling’s fierce gaze, and drew a talisman in the air, a golden light pressing into Song Jiling’s forehead.

Song Jiling shivered for a moment, then the black Qi on his body all surged towards one place.

When he came to his senses, he glared fiercely at Yu Nianzhao, swore, "Wretch, you..."

Slap! Slap!

Song Jiling slapped himself hard twice, the instant pain left his expression stunned.

"Jiling, what’s wrong with you?"

Song Caiwei, despite being deeply hurt by him, still cared for her brother.

"Ugly freak, you..."

Slap! Slap!

Song Jiling slapped himself twice again, his cheeks numb with pain.

Yu Nianzhao laughed, "Swear, go on, keep swearing!"

"Wretch..."

Slap!

"You stinking woman..."

Slap!

"Ahhh! What did you do to me, you bug..."

Slap!

Song Jiling cried, tears streaking down his swollen cheeks, hurting him so much he grimaced.

His previous arrogance had evaporated, the whole person much calmer now.

He sat on the ground crying like a child, "Waa waa, why are you doing this to me? Hurry up and undo it, what did you do to me?"

Yu Nianzhao looked down at him, "Failure to teach is the father’s fault. Your parents didn’t educate you properly, and let you out of the manor like this, they should be prepared for others to discipline you. Your mouth is so vile, treating your own sister so rudely, truly uncultured. All I did was stick a ’filthy word rebound’ talisman on you. Whenever you say a filthy word, you’ll slap yourself."

"Waa waa, who exactly are you?"

Song Jiling, both shocked and scared, chose his words carefully, afraid of accidentally uttering another filthy word.

"Me? I am Yu Nianzhao, I am..."

"She is my Princess Consort Su!"

Xie Jiuxiao stepped forward, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, looking coldly at Song Jiling, "Are you trying to cause trouble for me or the princess? Song Jiling, consider first how many heads you have ready to be chopped off!"

He casually uttered the threat, leaving Song Jiling’s gaze much clearer.

He gulped, shivering from Xie Jiuxiao’s Evil Qi pressing close.

"I, I..."

"Please forgive us, Prince Su. My son’s mind was unclear, I will take him home to clear it up!"

Mr Song’s son, now Minister of Rites Song Cheng, had rushed over upon hearing that his son was causing trouble in the street.

Song Caiwei, head lowered, obediently called out, "Father!"

Song Cheng frowned, "How come you, as his sister, didn’t keep an eye on your brother? Are you trying to let your brother be beaten to death in the street?"

Song Caiwei protested aggrievedly, "I simply couldn’t stop Jiling."

Song Cheng retorted coldly, "We’ll settle this when we get back!"

"The Minister of Rites is supposed to oversee the palace’s ceremonial matters, yet you fail to educate your own son."

"Indeed, the legitimate daughter doubling as a guard? Truly an eye-opener!"

Xie Jiuxiao and Yu Nianzhao chimed in unison, putting Song Cheng in an awkward position.

He laughed awkwardly, "Misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding!"

Yu Nianzhao looked him over from head to toe, moved her lips, "A darkened hall, Children Palace afflicted by Evil Qi, not only clashing with Tai Sui, but also entangled with foes in life, Mr Song, right? The unexpected within the expected, you’re about to have really bad luck."

Song Cheng glared at her, only to be chilled to the bone by Xie Jiuxiao’s cold gaze.

He saw their intimate gestures, having just heard the news of Prince Su being granted marriage, and soon witnessed the protagonist.

Yet this Princess Consort Su was so loud-mouthed and mystical, talking about ill fortune?

What kind of joke, he, a perfectly good Minister of Rites, how could he encounter bad luck?