The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Jiang Ying: Haha.

She adjusted the way she held the child, lowered her eyes, and looked gentle and harmless. "Really? I feel the exact opposite of what the young lady feels. The young lady is still quite pretty."

After saying this, he raised his eyes and smiled softly, looking even more naive.

Meng Niaoniao was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that she had been so obviously mocking Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying actually praised her.

Is it because I am not smart enough to hear it?

No wonder she can only be a mistress. She can’t even hear such obvious squeeze!

On the other hand, she was complacent. Of course, she was good-looking. Apart from the four great talented women in the capital, she was the best in both appearance and talent.

"Thank you..." Meng Niaoniao raised her chin proudly and was about to say "Thank you for being sensible", but Jiang Ying interrupted her with a smile.

"What a shame, you're so mean!"

Jiang Ying smiled, but both his eyes and words were extremely cold. "Miss, if you have a bad appearance, you can still change it in the future, but your bad mouth is like a dog, it can't change its nature to eat shit."

……

There was dead silence at the entrance of the palace.

Everyone was stunned, unable to believe that Jiang Ying, a concubine, dared to confront the daughter of the Marquis.

That’s right, Meng Niaoniao is a girl from the Marquis’s Mansion, and she is not born out of wedlock.

Her mother and Princess Tong of Prince Jiqin are cousins, so Meng Niaoniao is nominally Yan Zhuo's cousin. Moreover, before the news of Yan Zhuo keeping a concubine came out, Tong had tried every means to force her to be Yan Zhuo's wife.

Although Yan Zhuo appeared to be friendly on the surface, he actually did a lot of shady things. First he had a mistress, and then he shamelessly asked the emperor to grant the marriage. Even if Tong had ten thousand ways to force someone else, it would be difficult for them to use them.

"You——" Meng Niaoniao was furious and stretched out her hand to slap Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying stepped back and dodged, smiling fakely, "Miss, are you angry now? I'm kindly reminding you that it's okay to hit me, but are you sure that hitting my face doesn't count as hitting Prince Yan's face?"

Everyone in the capital knew that Yan Zhuo doted on her to the extent that he was willing to kneel in the imperial study for a whole night for her.

Therefore, slapping Jiang Ying in the face is tantamount to a blatant provocation to Yan Zhuo.

Of course, Jiang Ying didn’t think that Yan Zhuo would turn against Meng Niaoniao for her, but since Yan Zhuo was not here, why not take advantage of him?

Sure enough, Meng Niaoniao was stabbed at once, her hand frozen in the air, not knowing whether to wave or not.

Mrs. Meng saw this and quickly came to her daughter's rescue, "Niao Niao, come back. Don't lower your status by fighting with an uneducated country girl."

"Girl..." Siyu hugged the bag, feeling angry and annoyed.

Jiang Ying glanced at her comfortingly, "Siyu, just now this lady said that we smelled poor and sour. I feel that as a dog, her nose is not very sensitive. She mistook the magical smell in our bag for the smell of poverty and sourness."

"Ah?" Siyu was confused, thinking, the smelly thing in our bag is just the young master's poop slices, right?

The young master just changed it when he was pulling it on the carriage, and he hasn't had time to throw it away.

Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Ying smiled and ordered, "Hurry up, take it out and show it to the ladies to see if it really tastes poor and sour!"

As soon as Siyu heard it, she knew that Jiang Ying was going to deal with someone, and in an instant she moved more quickly than anyone else. Almost as soon as Jiang Ying finished speaking, she took out the folded baba slices.

Jiang Ying reached out to take it, and without saying anything, he threw it towards Meng Niaoniao's trouser leg, "Miss, you have a bad mouth, smell it again, is this the smell?"

Meng Niaoniao, "..."

Her face was twisted, and her red cheeks were visibly filled with anger.

Ahhhhh, this is outrageous!

This peasant girl's mistress not only called her a dog, but also threw unknown objects at her. She must teach her a lesson today.

But before she could do anything, the maidservant beside Meng Niaoniao turned green in the face, "...Miss, your trouser legs are...stained with something!"

Meng Niaoniao subconsciously bent down to look and reached out to touch it. A yellow sticky substance came out from the soft white cloth and stuck to her trouser legs and shoe uppers. An indescribable sour smell filled the air.

"This, this, this...what is this?" Meng Niaoniao stepped back in panic, her face pale with shock.

Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow, "That's naturally... the smell of fertilizer. Miss, take your time to savor it. We'll go ahead."

Seeing this, Aunt Zhao looked at Jiang Ying deeply for several times and reminded her, "Excuse me, young lady. With your status, you can only go through the side door and not the main entrance."

Her attitude was not like this at the beginning. She was arrogant and ferocious, and when she spoke to Jiang Ying and others, it was almost like she was yelling.

But after seeing the scene just now, she suddenly realized that Jiang Ying didn't cause trouble for her. She was lucky, otherwise she would have been the one who suffered.

Behind him, Meng Niaoniao, who lacked life experience, was still asking the maid, "What is fertilizer?"

The little maid lowered her head, wishing she could shrink her neck into her stomach, "Miss, we...we usually use fertilizer, it's just...it's shit and urine!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

While Meng Niaoniao was screaming like a groundhog, she raised her legs and chased after Jiang Ying. However, Jiang Ying had already walked quite far away. He took three or two steps up the stairs, and with a nimble move, he entered the corner door.

Looking at Meng Niaoniao who was catching up with him, he said, "What? Miss, are you planning to commit a crime in the Prince Qin's Mansion? I'm afraid this is not a good idea, right?"

"I will kill you!" Meng Niaoniao was so angry that she didn't care about anything else.

However, Madam Meng, who was a step slower than her, stopped Meng Niaoniao once again before she could take action, "Niaoniao, no!"

"Mother!" Meng Niao said bitterly.

The bitch actually dared to tease her with her daddy, why couldn't she teach her a lesson?

She should be caught and beaten, then her hands should be chopped off, her nose, eyes and mouth should be cut off, and see if she dares to play tricks on her again!

Madam Meng held on to the struggling Meng Niaoniao tightly, glanced at the child in Jiang Ying's arms, and lowered her voice, "She gave birth to a son for Prince Yan. Even the emperor knew about this and ordered Prince Yan to take her as a concubine.

"So, even though she is of low status, we cannot kill her. Especially since that child, after all, is of royal blood..."

Mrs. Meng's few words made Jiang Ying look at her more.

Finally, there is a brain that is not used as decoration.

Jiang Ying smiled faintly at the person outside the door, "The older you are, the wiser you are. Miss Meng, learn more from Madam Meng. Even though you are a dog born into the wrong human body, you still need to work hard to learn how to behave like a human being. Don't bark all day long!"

"You—you—" Meng Niaoniao's face became even more distorted.

Jiang Ying ignored her and walked in happily holding the child.

Xiao Yanzhi's clumsy palms opened and closed, and finally formed a not-so-obvious "thumbs-up". [Mother is so powerful, she dealt with Meng Niaoniao with just a few words! She was jealous of her scumbag father because she couldn't get him! ]

Jiang Ying walked while curling his lips, saying, "That's not necessary."

At least she didn't think there was anything honorable about being Yan Zhuo's mistress.

But, well, the son’s royal bloodline is pretty intimidating, right?