Chapter 41 The Foul-Mouthed Princess

Chapter 41: The Princess with a Foul Mouth

It wasn’t until evening that Steward Yan of the Yongning Marquis’s residence delivered the one hundred thousand taels of silver to Ji Yuntang.

Upon seeing Ji Yuntang, Steward Yan wore an arrogant, deeply contemptuous expression.

“Princess Ye, our Madam says you’ve already exploited the Yongning Marquis’s influence to rake in over ten thousand taels at the betting stall—a rather sweet deal, wouldn’t you agree?”

“If you’ve any sense, return the one hundred thousand taels by tomorrow—and personally apologize to Miss Qing Qing. Only then will they forgive you and let bygones be bygones regarding today’s incident…”

*Bang—*

Before Steward Yan could finish, Ji Yuntang kicked him hard, sending him flying three meters backward to crash heavily against a tree.

A sneer flickered in her eyes. “Go back and tell Madam Ji this: only those who spoil me have the right to issue orders to me. Who the hell does she think she is, bossing *this* Princess around?”

“This silver isn’t a loan—it’s what the Yongning Marquis’s residence owes me. Returning it is merely fulfilling your debt. I’ve even granted you an extra day as a courtesy—more than generous. Once this silver is in my hands, demanding it back is pure fantasy.”

“And Luo Qianxue provoked *this* Princess first—yet you still expect me to apologize? Does she even *deserve* it?”

Ji Yuntang tucked the banknotes away and turned to walk into the residence. The gates of Prince Ye’s mansion slammed shut behind her, leaving Steward Yan fuming outside.

“You—you just wait! I’ll report this to Madam immediately!”

He rushed back to Madam Ji and embellished the entire story.

“Madam, Princess Ye has gone completely out of control! Not only did she seize our one hundred thousand taels of silver, but she also called the Yongning Marquis’s residence ‘a pile of carved-up crap’—saying she wouldn’t accept it even if it were given for free, and that merely *looking* at it makes her sick! She claimed *you*, Madam, are blind as a bat and senile—fit only to be trampled beneath her feet—and that Miss Qing Qing isn’t even worthy of polishing her shoes!”

“I delivered your message politely, exactly as instructed—but Princess Ye not only ignored me, she beat me badly! Look at these injuries—she struck me so hard I can barely stand upright!”

Madam Ji flew into a rage upon hearing this, steam practically billowing from her ears.

“Unfilial and vicious! How could Meng have birthed such a crude, worthless daughter? Without the Yongning Marquis’s backing, let’s see how long this wretch dares strut about arrogantly!”

“Sooner or later, I’ll force Ji Yuntang to kneel at the gates of the Marquis’s residence and beg for our forgiveness!”

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Ji Yuntang had no idea what transpired at the Yongning Marquis’s residence—and even if she had, she wouldn’t have cared a whit, for there would never come a day when she’d kneel and beg for forgiveness.

Today, she’d earned one hundred and twelve thousand taels of silver, transforming overnight from a penniless pauper into a wealthy young heiress.

Ji Yuntang was ecstatic.

But she knew it wasn’t nearly enough. Not only did Prince Ye’s mansion house many mouths to feed, but Luo Junhe’s recovery would also demand a fortune.

Thus, she still needed to find more ways to earn money.

The next morning, just as Ji Yuntang finished feeding Luo Junhe breakfast, an uninvited guest arrived—knocking boldly at the gate.

A woman appeared in lavish attire, adorned with pearl hairpins, her face delicate and beautiful, exuding an ethereal, rain-kissed aura. She carried herself like a haughty peacock—but the arrogance blazing in her eyes was unmistakable.

This was Consort Li’s own daughter, Luo Junhe’s younger sister—the Tenth Princess of the palace, Luo Qianxue.

When summoned, Ji Yuntang arrived to find Luo Qianxue already seated in the front hall, sipping tea. Upon seeing Ji Yuntang, she didn’t bother rising or offering a greeting.

Luo Qianxue scanned Ji Yuntang up and down, then frowned in disgust. “So *you’re* the new Princess Ye my Third Brother married—the Yongning Marquis’s illegitimate daughter dragged in from the countryside?”

“Just as the rumors say—ugly enough to scare people off. I suppose only my blind Third Brother could possibly fancy you.”

“My Third Brother truly is something—utterly undiscriminating. Already half-dead and ghostly, why doesn’t he just die already? It’s revolting. And *you*—you’re just as revolting as he is.”

Luo Qianxue scrutinized Ji Yuntang several more times, then withdrew her gaze with open disdain. She wondered why her mother had sent her here to meet this new sister-in-law.

What on earth was there to see in such an ugly creature?

This Prince Ye’s mansion truly was cursed!

A cripple paired with an ugly woman—what a perfect match!

Just as Luo Qianxue raised her teacup to drink, it vanished from her hand.

Ji Yuntang snatched the cup and splashed its scalding contents—tea leaves and all—straight onto Luo Qianxue’s delicate face.

The burning liquid made Luo Qianxue shriek, “Ahhh! How *dare* you splash *this* Princess with boiling tea? I’ll kill you!”

She lunged at Ji Yuntang, aiming for her throat—but Ji Yuntang seized her arm, flipped her over her shoulder, and slammed her hard onto the floor. Luo Qianxue writhed in pain, unable to rise.

“I don’t care if you’re a princess—or a green-tea bitch. Anyone who crosses the threshold of Prince Ye’s mansion with a foul mouth deserves a thorough cleansing.”

It happened so swiftly that Luo Qianxue’s maids, Qiushui and Qiu Tong, couldn’t react in time.

Only when Luo Qianxue began screaming did Qiushui rush forward to help her up—and snap coldly, “How *dare* you! You’ve disrespected the Tenth Princess! Don’t you fear Consort Li’s punishment?”

“If anyone deserves Consort Li’s punishment, it’s *your* princess. Her vulgar speech and insolence toward her royal brother and sister-in-law violate Dongchen’s Royal Clan Code. Ten lashes and one hundred copies of the Code—that’s her due, isn’t it?”

Ji Yuntang had long since memorized Dongchen’s entire Royal Clan Code.

Its provisions were numerous—but all boiled down to one principle: rank reigns supreme, and entry into the royal family elevates one to near-divine status.

The higher one’s rank, the greater one’s authority—and the heavier one’s responsibilities.

Luo Qianxue was Luo Junhe’s biological sister; thus, Ji Yuntang was her official sister-in-law. When Luo Qianxue showed disrespect, Ji Yuntang’s correction was not only justified—it superseded even imperial intervention.

Luo Qianxue hadn’t expected Ji Yuntang to know the Royal Clan Code. Gritting her teeth, she staggered to her feet, water still dripping from her hair.

“Ji Yuntang—as long as *this* Princess refuses to acknowledge you as my sister-in-law, you’ll *never* be worthy of the title.”

“Perhaps *I* can’t handle you—but I doubt my mother can’t. Just wait—I’ll make you pay dearly for what you’ve done today!”

With that, Luo Qianxue fled in utter disgrace—as if wolves and tigers pursued her.

Ji Yuntang curled her lips coldly, pulled a bottle of alcohol from her spatial ring, sprayed her hands, and instructed the servants:

“Tell the gatekeeper: from now on, no irrelevant persons are to be admitted.”

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Weiyang Palace.

Clad in a purple lotus-patterned gown, Consort Li reclined leisurely on a chaise, nibbling grapes while two maids fanned her with palm-leaf fans.

“Mother—you *must* stand up for me!”

A sharp cry pierced the air, startling Consort Li so much that the grape slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.

She sat upright—and saw Luo Qianxue standing before her: drenched, face swollen, expression utterly stunned.

“Xue’er—what happened to you? Who dared bully you?”

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