This palace maid has a very inconsistent name, Dongzhi.
The noble person she talks about is the concubine of the Huaiyang King, Yang Guiren.
Many years ago, Mr. Yang could be regarded as Mrs. Ning's enemy.
When Mrs. Ning entered the palace, she was extremely beautiful and was deeply loved by the King of Huaiyang, which naturally made Yang Gui jealous.
It's just that this jealousy lasted for more than ten years, but became more and more intense.
For more than ten years, Yang Guiren would occasionally send people to deliberately find trouble and make things difficult. Sometimes, he would be humiliated, beaten and scolded.
No one cares about this side hall of the palace deep inside Mrs. Ning and her son. They can do whatever they want.
It is already a common method to throw some servants' clothes for Mrs. Ning to wash in winter.
In order to protect Zhao Jin, even if it is extremely cold, even if her fingers are soaked by cold water and suffer from frostbite, Mrs. Ning will insist on completing it.
But Zhao Jin has been ill for the past two days, so Mrs. Ning has no time to care about this.
If there is really something wrong with Zhao Jin, Mrs. Ning is not going to live anymore.
"Miss Dongzhi, Jin'er is ill...cough...it delayed this matter, I..."
"What!"
Before Mrs. Ning finished speaking, Dongzhi screamed.
"Mrs. Ning, do you dare to delay your noble business? Are you tired of life?"
"You're just a lost dog, but you actually dare to delay your nobleman's business for this piece of trash?"
With that said, Dong Zhi pointed at Zhao Jin and continued to speak harshly.
"If it weren't for the noble man, do you think this loser would still be alive now? Are you worthy of the noble man's kindness?"
Listening to Dong Zhi's words, Mrs. Ning kept smiling. After so many years, she has long been used to it.
"What Miss Dongzhi said is, I...cough...I'm going to wash it right away."
Mrs. Ning glanced at the door and her tone was a bit flattering.
"Close the door first so that Jin'er's illness can be cured. If the cold comes again, then..."
"Who asked you to move!"
Dongzhi stretched out her hand to block Mrs. Ning's way.
"Miss Dongzhi, Jin'er..."
"Snapped!"
As soon as Mrs. Ning turned her head, she heard a snap and was slapped by Dong Zhi on the face. She was stunned on the spot.
Behind him, Zhao Jin was frowning, furious, and murderous intent immediately arose in his heart.
This man dared to beat his mother, he was so arrogant, it would be a shame to die!
"Mrs. Ning, I think you are really tired of living, and you still want to take care of this trash?"
Dong Zhi, however, had no fear at all. She looked at Mrs. Ning with an arrogant expression.
"Close the door, I let your sick son spread the disease. Do you want to harm the noble?"
"Why don't you go out and do the laundry!"
As she said that, Dongzhi pointed outside the house with her finger. There was light snow all over the sky outside and it was freezing cold.
"Yes, yes, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..."
A trace of humiliation flashed in Mrs. Ning's eyes, and she covered her face with her hands, thinking that she was out, and then closed the door.
She couldn't let the cold wind hit her Jin'er.
As soon as he took a step forward, he felt his arm being pulled.
"Mom, there's no need to go."
Mrs. Ning turned around and saw Zhao Jin standing behind her in single clothes.
"No, no, let go, mother!"
"Jin'er, you just woke up, go back and lie down quickly, don't get cold."
But Zhao Jin didn't let go even a little bit, but instead tightened his grip.
"It's cold and my mother is not in good health, so there's no need to go."
After listening to Zhao Jin's words, Dong Zhi immediately pinched her waist and screamed as if her tail had been stepped on.
"Consumption ghost! Why did you show up? Do you really think you are the eldest son of the prince?"
"You dare to resist the noble man's life, can you bear it, Mrs. Ning, you..."
Speaking of this, Dong Zhi suddenly saw Zhao Jin looking at her silently. His timid eyes were now a bit cold.
"If you keep making noise, I'll kill you."
Zhao Jin's voice was cold, but these words seemed to ignite a certain nerve in Dongzhi, her eyes immediately widened and she shouted.
"Consumption ghost, you... you dare to talk to me like this, I..."
As she spoke, Dong Zhi raised her hand to hit Zhao Jin.
Mrs. Ning on the side saw this, and she got the strength from nowhere. She stepped forward and crossed Zhao Jin, opening her hands to protect him.
Seeing this, Zhao Jin took the lead and reached out to push Dong Zhi on the shoulder, pushing her back a few steps with a look of shock on his face.
"You dare to push me?"
"me……"
Dongzhi was so angry that she looked around and saw a medicine jar sitting on the stove. She turned around and kicked it.
"Don't!"
"My son's medicine!"
The medicine jar fell to the ground, and the pungent smell filled the air instantly. Mrs. Ning stepped forward as if she was crazy, but it didn't help.
"Dare to touch me! This is what you will get if you offend me!"
"Aren't you going to save your son? I let you fail! Let me see who dares to prescribe and take medicine for you in the future!"
"Sick to death, you tuber!"
"I'll beat you to death, you damn bitch!"
While speaking, Dong Zhi raised her hand and rushed towards Mrs. Ning's face again.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound came, and Dong Zhi staggered back a step and looked at Zhao Jin, her eyes full of disbelief.
"You...you dare to hit me?!!"
"Snapped!"
Zhao Jin took a step forward and swung it into a round mouth, which made Dong Zhi's eyes flash with stars.
"The following guilty!"
"Snapped!"
"I have no respect for my elders!"
"Snapped!"
"Vicious words!"
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Working from left to right, a pair of big hands slapped Dongzhi hard on the face, driving her back repeatedly.
"You...how dare you hit me?"
"I don’t want to live anymore! I don’t want to live anymore!"
Dongzhi's cheeks were swollen from being slapped, and blood was bleeding from the corners of her mouth. She looked at Zhao Jin with a bit of vicious eyes.
Zhao Jin, who used to never fight back when hit or scolded, was like an angry army today.
"Beat you?"
Zhao Jin returned his hand, picked up the medicine knife on the table, and said softly.
"If you dare to say another word, I will kill you."
Zhao Jin's cold gaze made Dong Zhi tremble, but she was still unconvinced.
"You dare, I'm expensive..."
"Try talking nonsense again."
Zhao Jin took a step forward with a short blade in hand, and a strong sense of oppression instantly surged into Dong Zhi's heart, making her hands tremble.
The mercenary who roamed the battlefield in his previous life, if Zhao Jin hadn't been weak, he could have killed this girl in just a few blows.
"You...you wait for me!"
"I will definitely tell you everything about today, tell you everything!"
Dong Zhi was scared and said these words tremblingly. She didn't dare to look at Zhao Jin and ran away.
After closing the door, Zhao Jin helped Mrs. Ning sit down and lowered his head to clean up the mess on the floor.
"Son……"
Looking at Zhao Jin in front of her, Mrs. Ning felt uneasy and said anxiously.
"Then Guiren Yang will definitely not give up. If they come...ahem...we..."
There are only mother and daughter in this side hall. If Yang Guiren really sends someone to take revenge, what should we do?
"Don't worry, Mom, everything will be fine."
Zhao Jin picked up the scattered pieces, lowered his head, and spoke very softly.
"It would be best if they come."
At this moment, Zhao Jin's eyes flashed with a biting coldness.
