Someone likes milk dumplings so much. Song Yutong is too late to be happy, so how can she care about him?
"No problem, I wonder what I should call this noble lady?"
"I am Helian Yunting, the daughter of the young minister of Dali Temple. Madam Cheng, just call me Yunting."
Just when Helian Yunting and Song Yutong were introducing themselves to each other, Li Wanrong intervened again.
"I think the children raised by ignorant elders will be equally ignorant. Are you Cheng Mingxuan who beat my brother?"
When Li Wanrong said this, she took out the whip from her waist again, as if she wanted to regain the situation for her brother.
Seeing this, Song Yutong frowned slightly and subconsciously hid the milk dumplings behind her.
"What? You still have to take care of the fights among the children? Or are you saying that your son, Yongbo Houfu, cannot afford to lose?"
There was a bit of contempt in her words.
As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked over.
They all seemed to be waiting for a good show.
Li Wanrong was furious and wanted to take action, but Song Yutong didn't want to accompany her, a rich lady, to fool around here.
"It seems that there is still no poisonous hair. Miss Li, you have no memory."
There was already a threat in Song Yutong's words, Li Wanrong's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand holding the whip began to tremble.
I don't know if I'm angry or scared.
"If some people can be well today and don't cause any trouble, I will naturally be able to give them the antidote."
It's not that Li Wanrong couldn't understand the profound meaning of her words.
It's just that no one would feel comfortable if someone pinched their neck like this.
Especially a young lady like Li Wanrong who used to speak her mind and was spoiled by many people.
However, at this moment, a noble lady was surrounded by people.
Wearing luxurious purple clothes, he looks very noble in appearance and steps.
Every step you take, there is wind under your feet, full of aura and sharpness.
At first glance, you can see that he is a person with status.
"Who do I think you are? With such a loud tone, even the Yongbohou Mansion is not afraid of offending, and I am afraid that even the Queen Mother will not take it seriously."
The lady who arrived gave Song Yutong a big hat when she came up.
He dares to be disrespectful to the Queen Mother of the current dynasty.
If these words spread, there is a risk of challenging the royal dignity and even being punished by the emperor.
Song Yutong didn't recognize the lady with the wind at her feet, and stared at her in confusion, as if she didn't understand why the visitor was so hostile to her.
He started targeting her almost as soon as he came on stage.
"I've met Mrs. Jiang."
All the noble ladies saluted after this woman appeared. It was obvious that this person was a person of high authority and status.
Seeing that Song Yutong was still standing there without saluting, Helian Yunting hurriedly tugged at the hem of Song Yutong's clothes and reminded her in a low voice.
"This is the Prime Minister's wife, Mrs. Jiang, please hurry up and salute."
With Helian Yunting's reminder, Song Yutong belatedly knelt down and saluted.
But Mrs. Jiang didn't even look at her, and walked directly past her towards Wanrong.
He personally raised his hand and helped Li Wanrong up.
"No gift."
As soon as Song Yutong stood up, she saw Mrs. Jiang's sharp eyes and swept over her.
"Are you the wife of General Zhongyong?"
Mrs. Jiang's eyebrows were tightened, and she looked Song Yutong up and down.
Everything about him showed his displeasure with her.
Song Yutong replied out of politeness, "Yes!"
"As expected, he was born in a mud-legged family. He neither understands etiquette nor follows rules. No wonder he is able to hang out with Mrs. Feng. They are both vulgar, disrespectful and reckless men."
Three or two sentences can determine the person's character.
Song Yutong had a faint smile on her face and didn't take Mrs. Jiang's words to heart at all.
Li Wanrong and Miss Wen, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, saw that Song Yutong didn't reply at this moment, with mockery on their faces.
"Weren't you very capable just now? Why are you pretending to be quail now?"
"It's just that some people weren't very eloquent just now. Why can't they even say a word of rebuttal now?"
Li Wanrong and Miss Nawen sang in harmony, and each of them wrote a line.
Song Yutong originally didn't want to talk to these two idiots, but she never thought that someone would ignore her.
She always thinks you are afraid of her.
"How much do you dislike Mrs. Jiang? Why do you always want me to refute Mrs. Jiang's face? You are afraid that I won't quarrel with her."
Song Yutong looked at the two of them with a half-smile, as if if you really wanted to see it, I would start a fight and show it to you.
After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang's face became even more ugly.
"How presumptuous! What kind of place do you think this is that allows you to act wild?"
Song Yutong raised her eyebrows and found that everyone was staring at her.
Somewhat confused, he pointed at himself: "Mrs. Jiang, are you talking to me?"
"Now that you know it, why bother showing off."
Song Yutong nodded and answered seriously.
"This is the Protector General's Mansion. You accepted Madam Feng's invitation to come to the banquet. Don't you even know where this place is?"
Song Yutong pretends to be so stupid. She just doesn't want to respond directly. What can you do to her?
What's more, this is the first time she has met the Prime Minister's wife today, and she has never offended her.
Mrs. Jiang, however, was looking for trouble with her everywhere. If the venue hadn't been inappropriate, she would have taken a hard stand.
She is a professional when it comes to making excuses. Level 18 contestants who make excuses all have genuine objections and are not calling for nothing.
Mrs. Jiang was very angry at his non-serious attitude.
A breath is stuck in the throat and cannot go up or come down.
"Don't pretend to be stupid in front of my wife, you know what I'm talking about. General Zhongyong is really a good tutor, and I learned the lesson today."
After hearing this, Naituanzi blinked his eyes and poked his head out from behind Song Yutong.
"How do you know our family is a good tutor? Do you also want to send your child to be taught by my mother?"
What Nai Tuanzi said was very abrupt, but it was the words of a child that made people laugh inexplicably.
But I have known for a long time that the milk dumplings are now slowly growing black core, and they are no longer as pure as they used to be.
Song Yutong naturally knew that Naituanzi was deliberately speaking for her.
"How dare you? Men and women sit on different seats when they are three years old, and sleep on different beds when they are seven years old. You actually brought a boy to the women's seat. How is this inappropriate?"
After Mrs. Jiang saw the milk dumplings for the first time, her eyes suddenly widened.
Pointing at the milk dumplings with his finger, he looked very excited.
"Oh, grandma, I'm obviously still young and don't understand anything. What are you afraid of?"
Naituanzi raised his head and asked innocently.
If it weren't for the cunning flash in his eyes, Helian Yunting could see it clearly.
She really thought that this child was born pure and cute, without any fuss in her heart.
After all, that chubby little face is so deceptive.
And one thing he said is right, he is still young now.
Although Mrs. Jiang is now at the age of a grandmother, she still gets very angry when someone calls her grandma in public.