Good luck in pregnancy, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion has a soft waist

Seeing that a maid dared to stop him, he angrily shouted: "Slave, get out of here, or I will teach you a lesson too."

Before he finished speaking, another plate of pastries flew towards Qingyi.

Qingyi did not dodge this time, letting the debris fall all over her body.

The next moment, the arrogant young master was firmly grasped by her.

This kid really needs a lesson.

Shen Xuanyi hadn't realized his predicament yet and was still struggling in vain: "Let me go quickly, or my mother will punish you."

Qingyi snorted coldly and tapped him lightly, making his voice hoarse.

The boy instantly became quiet. Apart from his tears, there was no other sound, and his body was as stiff as wood.

He was terrified, and tears of fear flowed silently down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Jin stopped crying and screamed, "You bitch, how dare you lay hands on the Second Young Master? Come quickly, take this bitch down!"

The servants quickly surrounded Qingyi and Shen Muxue.

Qingyi sneered and put her hands around his neck: "This little guy will be a nuisance when he grows up. It's better to deal with him now."

"Ah——Master, come and save Yi'er——"

Seeing her son's face turning purple and him so frightened that he could barely stand, Jin felt sorry for him.

He glared at the maid who had acted recklessly, then looked at Shen Muxue who had stood by and watched, and practically shouted, "Shen Muxue, that's your own brother! Why don't you let your maid go?"

The scene was extremely tense.

Aunt Zhou and others were also frightened by Shen Muxue's series of actions, but they all remained silent.

Shen Muxue looked at Jin with a hint of sneer: "Now, are you willing to apologize?"

With her son's life hanging by a thread, how could Jin dare to act arrogantly?

She staggered around the table, knelt down in front of Shen Muxue, and kowtowed twice: "Xue'er! This is my fault. I shouldn't have said bad things about you behind your back, shouldn't have wrongly accused you of having an affair with a man outside, and shouldn't have withheld your expenses. I know I was wrong. Please forgive Yi'er. He is still young and doesn't know anything. Please, let him go, he can't stand such a shock..."

Looking at Jin, whose hair was disheveled and forehead was red, Shen Muxue's depressed mood was finally relieved.

Today, she hadn't expected Jin to sincerely apologize.

Unexpectedly, the other party wanted to humiliate her in front of everyone.

In that case, don't blame yourself for being rude.

As long as she didn't speak, Jin had to continue to kowtow. Her eyes swept over everyone in the courtyard, and their eyes, from the initial contempt and disdain, gradually turned into complete fear and awe.

Shen Zhenwu gnashed his teeth in anger: "Shen Muxue, enough!"

In fact, Shen Muxue had something she wanted to say in her heart.

She looked at Shen Zhenwu coldly and said indifferently: "I have been in the mansion for sixteen years, and my father has never really looked at me. Even if I have any grievances, my father always turns a blind eye. Not to mention justice..."

"Now, I'm asking for an explanation for myself, and my father is furious? Why is that? Is it because the Jin family can help you achieve your goals?"

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Prime Minister Shen slapped Shen Muxue hard on the cheek.

The force of this palm was so great that Shen Muxue's whole body almost fell sideways, and her hair was disheveled.

Qingyi exclaimed "Miss", dropped the package in her hand, and kicked towards Shen Zhenwu, but was held tightly by Shen Muxue.

"Miss, are you okay?" she asked anxiously.

Shen Muxue touched her swollen cheek and laughed softly. Her ears were buzzing, and then she couldn't hear any sound for a long time.

But the beating emotions in my heart seemed to be completely shattered.

In this family, the only person she still misses is Shen Xiang. Even though she is well aware of his vanity, preferences and many shortcomings, in her eyes, this father is still a unique existence.

Now, he personally severed the little father-daughter relationship between the two.

Wonderful.

After the fight, Shen Zhenwu's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of Shen Muxue's mother, Han, on Shen Muxue's stubborn little face.

At that time, she often looked at him with such eyes.

Contempt, disdain, and arrogance are like standing on the clouds and looking down at ants in the mud.

He couldn't restrain himself after all...

"Yier, what's wrong with you? Master, Yier can't move."

Jin, who didn't know how to unblock the acupuncture points, didn't dare let Qingyi touch her son again. She hurriedly called out to the servants, "What are you all standing there for? Go get the doctor, immediately!"

Shen Zhenwu clenched his fists and put them behind his back, waving away the figure in his mind. He looked at Shen Muxue coldly and said, "Since you dare to disrespect your elders and act recklessly, go to Qingshan Temple and recite scriptures to reflect on yourself. When you learn the rules, you can come back home."

Qingshan Temple is well-known. It is said that the abbot, Master Daoyi, comes from a royal family and attaches great importance to etiquette.

Many girls who made mistakes or were disobedient at home were sent there. The door of the nunnery was closed, like a cage.

Many women could not bear the pain and either went mad, committed suicide, or passed away.

But these women were abandoned by their families, so who would care about their life or death?

Shen Zhenwu's move means that he has completely given up on Shen Muxue.

Shen Leyao was secretly delighted. She had known that Shen Muxue was no match for her. Just look...

What if I jump higher?

In the end, aren't you still at the mercy of others?

"No need to pack your luggage, come, send the young lady off immediately!"

"Yes."

Looking at the housekeeper and others walking towards Shen Muxue, Qingyi clenched her fists.

Shen Muxue shook her head slightly, her eyes sweeping over everyone present. There was no sadness or fear on her face, only intense sarcasm. "If I leave this place today, even if you come to me in a sedan chair, I will never set foot here again. Everyone, take care of yourselves."

After saying that, Shen Muxue left with the housekeeper. Qingyi couldn't help but glare at everyone in the mansion and followed closely behind.

No matter where she is, she will protect Shen Muxue.

On the other side, Jin stared at the departing master and servant, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

She called over Aunt Liu and whispered, "Go and get it done... Shen Muxue must die in Qingshan Temple!"

Just as Shen Muxue's carriage was about to start, An Lan hurried over with a package and insisted on following Shen Muxue. Even the usually arrogant Xi Xiang pretended to cry and begged Shen Muxue to take her with him.

Shen Muxue rejected them one by one.

He went to Qingshan Temple with other plans.

Every additional person brings an increased risk.

On the way, Shen Muxue leaned against the wall of the simple and bumpy carriage, keeping her eyes closed to rest. Although the road conditions were bad, her face was calm, without any sign of grievance.

Qingyi stared at her intently, and after a moment, she slowly said, "Miss, even if the Jin family hadn't caused trouble, you were planning to cause a scene at the welcoming banquet, right?"

"Yes."

Qingyi looked confused. "Why is that? We worked so hard to win this situation. If we just give it up to the Jin family so easily, wouldn't that be too easy for them?"

"No matter how important it is, it is not as important as my mother."

Shen Muxue unpacked the package that An Lan brought. In addition to a few sets of clothes, there was also a spotlessly clean memorial tablet with six clear words engraved on it - "Han Qinglian's Memorial Tablet".