Fu Ling's voice was not as gentle and demure as usual. As she stood up and stood in front of Xianglan, a majestic aura suddenly spread around her. Those light gray eyes looked at Fu Huan steadily. Like a piece of sea in the dead of winter, there is a terrifying edge and sharpness hidden under the rough waves.

"It's just a lesson to a humble maid who has no disrespect for etiquette. You...what are you pretending to be?"

Fu Huan was trying to be strong, but the hand he had just gathered strength suddenly softened.

"Xianglan is my dowry maid. You can't tolerate how she behaves."

Fu Ling didn't flinch and met Fu Huan's aggressive gaze.

There was silence all around, the sparks of confrontation spread in the air, and time seemed to freeze.

After a moment, Fu Huan's eyes flickered, with a complex expression as if he was struggling but finally defeated.

For so many years since childhood, Fu Ling has always been a white rabbit at the mercy of others. She is so weak that she can be killed with a pinch. Therefore, even though Fu Ling is now married into a high-ranking family, in Fu Huan's heart, Fu Ling is still He is her defeated general, a plaything that can be manipulated at will and has no power to resist.

But now, Fu Huan stared blankly into Fu Ling's eyes, and her increasingly faster heartbeat reminded her that something in Fu Ling had changed——

In other words, Fu Ling's appearance of being a low-key for so many years was just a false protective color. The weak seedling that she thought was just waiting for a spring breeze and drizzle, and it was irreversible and quickly took root and sprouted, exuding an unshakable of majesty.

The General's Mansion holds real power and has been entrenched in the capital for hundreds of years. It has stirred up countless bloody storms. Even if it is now in decline, it is not something she can afford to provoke.

Fu Huan pursed his lips hard, not daring to think about the consequences of this slap.

"Put your dirty hands down." Fu Ling didn't give her any room to breathe.

Fu Huan was so confused that he almost subconsciously looked in the direction of Mrs. Ning and screamed, "Mother!"

So what if Fu Ling is in power now? As long as Mrs. Zheng is in the house, Mrs. Ning has the final say in everything. Even if Fu Ling has the power of heaven, he will still be constrained by his mother's life.

Everyone was frightened by such a commotion. No one in the huge mansion dared to speak. They were all waiting for Mrs. Ning to take charge of the situation. Fu Ling's mother Zheng's face was gradually turning pale.

"Young Master Xiao Ling is in trouble, I hope Madam will not be angry." Mrs. Zheng begged for mercy.

She has long been accustomed to Mrs. Ning's power and oppression. The almost cruel life for several years has made her as timid as a frightened bird. If only she was punished, that would be it, but the last thing in her heart is for Mrs. Ning's jealousy to implicate Fu Ling.

"Who are you to get angry with a cheap servant?" Mrs. Ning ignored Mrs. Zheng. She was very dissatisfied with Fu Huan's cowardice. She stretched out her hand to call her over, then looked at Fu Ling sideways and sneered.

"After all, he is a child raised by our Fu family. We sincerely entertained him with a banquet. However, you are so ignorant of the rules and protect a slave who has made mistakes. It is probably because of your upbringing."

"As the matron of the family, I cannot turn a blind eye to this," Mrs. Ning raised her voice, her eyes falling on Mrs. Zheng, "Since you sincerely beg for mercy, then let you suffer it on her behalf!"

Zheng's heart trembled, but she still responded in a low voice, "Yes."

The servants of the Fu family were already very familiar with this. As soon as Mrs. Ning finished speaking, the leading attendant immediately stepped forward with a whip and a hemp rope, and the other group of people quickly dragged Mrs. Zheng from the corner of the banquet. Pulled out, Fu Cheng, who was sitting in a high position, had a calm expression on his face. He was already used to this.

The guard was ready to move, and whipped the whip in his hand into the wind, making a "snap" sound in the air.

This familiar voice seemed to hit Fu Ling's tight nerves. The feeling of helplessness and helplessness suddenly burst out, flowing in her blood. She clearly felt a sharp feeling deep in her heart. Confused.

Fu Lingshang looked around and said solemnly, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the person you want to beat is my biological mother, and I am the crown prince who is being married by the matchmaker of the General's Palace."

Her jaw line was slightly tight, and the word "Prince Princess" was bitten a bit hard, like some kind of demonstration, and she was trying her best to hide her inner panic.

If not for the emergency, Fu Ling would not have moved out of the General's Mansion to support her. She knew in her heart that the day she accepted Xiao Chengyou's neglect and the day she failed to give birth to her eldest grandson to consolidate her power, the identity of the Crown Princess was just a cover for the power of a fox and a tiger, and she would never be able to achieve it. Her life saver.

Many guards around her were obviously intimidated by her aura and did not dare to take action for a while. They were just used to obeying orders, but if they really offended the General's Mansion, they would definitely not be able to get away with it for little guys like them.

Many people had begun to retreat, intending to show their goodwill to Fu Ling. Suddenly, a voice exploded from above Fu Ling's head, "Does a lowly person like you deserve to be the imperial concubine?"

Mrs. Ning looked like she was sure of winning, and said with a smile, "Ms. Chen from the General Mansion is a close friend of mine. Don't think I don't know. The prince hates you so much that he doesn't even want to stay in your room on the wedding night. It's really annoying." joke!"

As soon as these words came out, there were boos all around, and even the face of Fu Cheng, who was sitting at the table, was filled with disbelief. Anyone with eyes can see that Fu Ling's appearance is absolutely stunning. How can any man in the world not be moved by her? However, it is very suspicious for Fu Ling to come alone today, and everyone will inevitably believe it.

Fu Ling felt like she was falling into an ice cave. She wanted to speak out to argue, but when faced with the facts, her voice was stuck in her throat.

"If you were obedient, I could keep your scandalous matter secret, but you have to disobey me!" Mrs. Ning narrowed her eyes slightly, and the familiar sight made countless unbearable memories rush into Fu Ling's mind.

"Hit me!"

Mrs. Ning gave the order, and the long whip was instantly whipped towards Zheng who was tightly bound. The force was strong enough to draw blood with one whip. Fu Ling had no time to think and pounced on Zheng almost instantly. He held her tightly in his arms, trying to block the whip for her.

The attendants never expected that Fu Ling would rush to block him, and they were instantly shocked. However, they had no time to put away the strength in their hands, and everyone watched helplessly as the long, fully charged whip struck Fu Ling's back.

Between the lightning and flint, a piercing cold light suddenly flashed in front of the attendant's eyes.

A silver dagger was thrown directly from the air towards the handle of the whip at an extremely fast speed. With a "clang" sound, the long whip bounced several meters away in an instant. The residual force on the dagger almost shattered his tiger's mouth.

When the dagger landed on the ground, it happened to be stuck in front of Mrs. Ning's shoe. If it was almost an inch away, it could instantly penetrate the sole of her foot.

Mrs. Ning did not expect it. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she fell to the ground in despair. The others at the banquet were even more frightened.

"Wha, who is -" Mrs. Ning yelled, her eyes fell on the man walking out of the shadows not far away, as if she saw a savage beast, and her throat was grabbed, and she suddenly fell silent.