Wen Xining was so angry at Nanny Lin that she clenched her fists tightly and glared at the arrogant old woman. It was obvious that she was using the queen to avenge herself.
Well, damn, why didn't you be more ruthless yesterday and just fall to death?
She, Wen Xining, is not afraid of anything. She is not afraid of falling or being beaten. She is only afraid of whether she can write well. You must know that in this modern era where computers are the rule, there are very few opportunities to write. Is this old woman trying to copy her to death?
Copy, copy, copy, grandma, copy!
Huh, she's not really the Prime Minister's daughter anyway, so it's none of her business if she doesn't come back to the door. Isn't it okay if she doesn't do it?
Thinking of this, Wen Xining resisted the urge to take action and turned around to leave. Quan'er wanted to persuade but didn't dare to speak, so she could only follow him quickly.
But before Wen Xining stepped out of the threshold, Mother Lin's cold words came from behind her: "Princess, please think clearly. If you step out, you will be disobeying the Queen Mother's will. Not only will you be
The Prime Minister's Mansion, and even our prince will be implicated by you, and I'm afraid even the emperor won't be able to protect you."
Wen Xining's footsteps suddenly stopped, turned around and said viciously to Nanny Lin: "Are you threatening me?"
Nanny Lin was shocked by her momentum. She stepped back slightly, her face was a little stiff, but she still said bravely: "I'm just telling the truth. I teach the princess the rules and etiquette. That's a matter for the harem and belongs to the queen."
The emperor will not interfere with his duties."
Wen Xining stared coldly, and suddenly raised her fist. Mother Lin's face turned pale and she took two steps back like a frightened bird. Quan'er saw that she was anxious, and quickly took Wen Xining's hand and whispered in her ear.
He said: "Miss, the people in the prime minister's palace have treated you badly, so it's okay to be implicated. But if the queen uses this matter to find an excuse to embarrass the prince, wouldn't he be very pitiful?"
Is that fool pitiful? What's pitiful about her is that she's okay, but...
A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Wen Xining's mouth, and an index finger popped out of his clenched fist, pointing at Granny Lin and saying: "Isn't it just copying the book, ten times, right? Who is afraid of whom, Quan'er
, served by pen and ink.”
After saying that, Wen Xining strode to the desk and sat down in a decent manner.
Nanny Lin held her heart that was still pounding and looked at Wen Xining with a dull look on her face. She was originally so aggressive, but suddenly so obedient. Her mouth was open. Just now, she almost thought that her old bones were going to be scattered here again.