Chapter 42 First Encounter
"You heard her, she admitted it herself," Wen Mengxin said as if she had caught her smoking gun, her anger intensified by Zheng Nianru’s attitude.
"You heard your mother’s fart," Nian Xia took a step forward and cursed loudly, startling the group of young ladies raised in seclusion, while Wen Mengyue bit her lip unsure what to say next, and Wen Mengrong’s eyes reddened. Wen Mengxin, mouth agape, never imagined she’d be cursed by a servant.
Ju Nanyi also blinked in surprise, feeling somewhat confused as to where he was. Such cursing couldn’t even be heard from the servants in the houses of fourth-rank officials.
"What are you standing there for, slap her face for me—" Wen Mengxin recovered and immediately scolded her nearby servants.
The servants certainly hadn’t expected this turn of events and hurried forward when they realized what was happening. Two nannies tried to grab Nian Xia, but she kicked them down, toppling them to the ground. Before the other servants could react, she punched out, knocking down a large group in a chaotic heap.
"You, you, you..." The four sisters of the Wen family stood among the fallen servants, like bare trees with their leaves shaken off by the autumn wind, trembling and nearly in tears.
Ju Nanyi withdrew his previously extended foot; it seemed he was not needed, as the movement matched the previous curse he had heard.
Nian Xia grabbed Wen Mengxin’s jaw with one hand, and Fu Dong, who hadn’t managed to make a move until then, grabbed Wen Mengshu. The remaining two, already drained of all strength just standing, were likely to faint if Nian Xia spoke again.
Zheng Nianru slowly walked over, looking at Wen Mengxin’s contorted face twisted with pain, her panic-stricken eyes, and her uncoordinated struggles that made her look as pitiful and self-inflicted as a chick in the beak of an eagle, in Nian Xia’s grip.
Zheng Nianru suddenly laughed, a laugh that made Wen Mengxin almost forget to struggle. Fear in her pupils magnified, and the face that slowly drew near Wen Mengxin’s had a gentle smile.
"That brother of yours, Wen Zan—his leg wasn’t broken by a fall. My men broke it deliberately, smashing it with a hammer, blow by blow, the flesh a bloody mess until the bone was exposed, as thick as this. Oh, and that eunuch, I had him chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs..."