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"Who gave you the courage, old man? How dare you gossip in front of the master?"

A childish yet somewhat sharp voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the yard.

Everyone looked up and saw a little maid, about ten years old, standing in a corner of the yard. She strode over, dragging a long broom in her hand, obviously sweeping the floor.

The little maid's face still had some childishness, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if burning with a flame.

Mrs. Peng was also attracted by the sudden sound. A hint of surprise flashed across her originally angry face. She narrowed her eyes slightly and poked her head out of the threshold.

The little maid was not tall, but she straightened her back suddenly, walked to the people at the bottom of the stairs, and threw away the broom in her hand.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were wide open, and she glared at the steward and the maids. Her face was not afraid at all, but full of determination and anger.

He took a few more steps and stood on the high steps, looking down at the people below, his voice clear and powerful: "Do you think my wife is just a decoration? How dare you speak to her like that! Who gave you the courage?"

Although her voice was childish, it carried an undeniable momentum, like the roar of a little tiger. After she finished speaking, she took a few quick steps down the stairs and walked straight to Mrs. Lin.

Before Mrs. Lin could react, the little maid had already raised her hand and slapped her with her tender but powerful hands.

Left, right, seven or eight slaps in a row, left Mrs. Lin stunned in place, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't dare to utter a word.

"I'll teach you how to be so mean! I'll teach you how to be so mean! Madam is the legitimate granddaughter of the Grand Tutor's Mansion. How can I allow a bitch like you to interfere in her affairs? I'm not beating you because I'm kind. I'll beat you to death!" The little maidservant beat the boy while scolding him harshly, her tone full of anger and disdain.

Her movements were crisp and decisive, and each slap was delivered with full force, causing a burning pain on Mrs. Lin's face. Mrs. Lin was dizzy from the beating, but she didn't even dare to dodge, and could only lower her head and let the little maid vent her anger.

The little maidservant was tired of beating him, so she finally stopped and shook her red hands, muttering, "You are so shameless! You are beating my hands so hard that they hurt."

She looked down at her palm and found that it was already red. She couldn't help but frown and curled her lips as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Mrs. Lin had never suffered such an injustice before, but at this moment she dared not even utter a word, and could only crawl on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She secretly groaned inwardly, thinking that the little maid's behavior was instructed by Mrs. Peng. Just as she was about to kowtow and confess her guilt, she heard the little maid speak again.

"Someone come! Give Mrs. Lin thirty sticks on the spot, and have the maids, servants and servants watch as a warning to others!" The little maid's voice was crisp and powerful, with an unquestionable momentum.

"From now on, if anyone dares to gossip about me behind my back, I'll have their tongue ripped out!"

The little maid glanced at everyone, as if warning them: This will be the fate of anyone who dares to disrespect the lady!

As soon as she finished speaking, the yard suddenly fell silent.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that this little maid would dare to take over the job and give orders.

A few servants secretly took a look into the room and saw that Mrs. Peng did not scold or stop them. Instead, she leisurely picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea. They immediately felt relieved.

They exchanged glances, and finally a few servants stood up, but they did not dare to step forward to carry out the caning punishment immediately.

The maids, old women and servants who were originally standing on both sides of the door also stood up, but as usual, they just stood by the door waiting for their master's instructions.

Mrs. Peng finally waved her hand, indicating that Liuli should stand up as well.

Liuli hurried forward, gently smoothed Peng's back, and whispered, "Madam, please calm down."

The little maid realized that the servants did not listen to her instructions and realized that she might have done something wrong. She turned around quickly, ran up the steps, ran to the doorstep, and knelt down with a thud.

She lowered her head and said, "I know I was wrong. I was rude. I am new here and don't know how to behave. Please punish me, Madam."

Her head was lowered almost to the ground, and her forehead hit the floor so loudly that even the people standing outside felt the pain.

There was a hint of panic and regret in the little maid's voice, but more of a stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat that was all expressed in her forehead.

Mrs. Peng took a sip of tea and her eyes stayed on the little maid for a moment, as if she had a strong interest in her.

Liuli observed her expression and quickly whispered, "Madam, although this little maidservant is reckless, she is also very loyal. Look..."

Mrs. Peng put down the tea bowl and said calmly, "Why are you still standing there? Just do as this girl says."

As soon as she finished speaking, the servants waiting outside immediately took action. Those who were carrying stools moved stools, those who were holding sticks took sticks, and two servants went forward and pressed Mrs. Lin onto the stool.

The other maids, servants and old women dared not not to come forward and watch.

Mrs. Lin didn't even dare to struggle, she could only grit her teeth and let the servants carry out the caning. The others didn't dare to speak up to help, they could only lower their heads and watch in silence.

"Crack! Crack!" The sound of the stick hitting Mrs. Lin was crisp and harsh, and each hit was terrifying.

Hearing Mrs. Lin's painful groan, Mrs. Peng had no intention of stopping, but instead added fuel to the fire. This move was extremely respectful to the little maid, leaving everyone speechless.