Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage - Chapter 150
Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Venting anger on me because things didn’t go well with the concubine?
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It was Jiang Ning.
Upon hearing the commotion, Li Hongyuan had an immediate headache.
This woman was really stirring up trouble again.
He approached the courtyard gate and saw Jiang Ning sitting on a chair under the porch, waving a small fan in her hand and shouting to Cuihong: “Hold on! You’re at the end. As long as you hold on, we won’t be pulled away!”
In the courtyard, ten male servants and ten maids lined up, each holding a rope, tugging it from opposite sides.
The maids and servants were straining so hard that their faces had turned red.
A red handkerchief was tied to the middle of the rope.
The red handkerchief was slowly moving toward the maids’ side.
The onlookers went wild, stomping their feet, shouting, and waving their arms until their voices became hoarse.
The red handkerchief steadily moved towards the maids’ side.
In the end, all the male servants were pulled to the ground and dragged a good distance by the triumphant maids.
This caused the surrounding maids, young wives, and old women to shriek with laughter.
Jiang Ning grinned and waved her fan: “Well done, all of you on the maids’ team will be rewarded today!”
Another cheer erupted.
The male servants’ team was in defeat, utterly humiliated, and could only face the taunts and disdain from the other servants.
“We can’t even outpull a bunch of women! What a bunch of useless wimps!” The male servants felt they had lost face.
“And how are you going to get a wife like this? Don’t end up in bed and find you can’t even handle your wife…”
This remark was quite vulgar.
Jiang Ning gave Huang Ying a look.
Huang Ying immediately pointed out the male servant who made the comment, “Xing’er, go over there and do a hundred push-ups! Don’t stop until you’re finished!”
Xing’er complained: “Why? I didn’t lose!”
“Because your mouth is filthy, and it dirties the ears of the Princess Consort! Now go!”
Xing’er dared not resist and reluctantly went to do push-ups with a mournful face.
He was grinding his teeth in frustration.
The other male servants immediately surrounded him, and teased him relentlessly.
Meanwhile, Huang Ying called for the maids to go and receive their reward from Chunlai.
The maids, beaming with delight, went out and only then noticed Prince of Yu, who had been standing at the entrance for some time.
They quickly knelt down to greet him.
Li Hongyuan, with a stern face, walked into the courtyard and said to Jiang Ning, “Come in, this Prince has something to discuss with you.”
Huang Ying quickly came over.
“You leave.” Li Hongyuan said coldly.
Huang Ying didn’t move, looking at Jiang Ning for instructions.
Li Hongyuan said, “So, in this mansion, this Prince’s words don’t carry any weight now.”
Jiang Ning casually fanned herself, and said slowly, “Huang Ying came as my dowry, so, naturally, she obeys me. As for you, you’re nothing but the son-in-law of our Jiang family. Huang Ying, stay right here, don’t go anywhere.”
Huang Ying acknowledged and stepped closer to Jiang Ning’s side.
Li Hongyuan reached out and snatched the fan from her hand, throwing it away.
Jiang Ning nonchalantly grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it at him.
It was freshly poured, scalding tea, which splashed all over him, some even splattering onto his hand.
The teacup rolled across the ground and shattered.
Huang Ying gasped and hurried to fetch cold water, “Your Highness, quickly put your hand in the basin, or it will blister soon.”
Li Hongyuan’s hand turned red immediately.
He stood still, staring at Jiang Ning.
She said slowly, “I told you before, we live as strangers. So why are you coming to my courtyard, causing a scene? Do you think I’m easy prey for you to manipulate? Don’t flaunt your status as the Prince of Yu in front of me. You once begged me to marry you, and now you beg me to come back and give birth to your son. What, are you not satisfied with your concubines, so you’re taking it out on me?”
“You—”
“What ‘you’? Are you angry?” Jiang Ning let Huang Ying pick up the fan and resumed fanning herself, “Hold it in. I’m not your punching bag now, and I never will be..”
