She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 37: Those who took action today have been held down.

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Those who took action today have been held down.

Seeing Yan Wanqing speak with a smile, the second aunt also started to laugh. She approached Yan Wanqing and grabbed her hands, "Oh, you truly scared me just now, but it’s just an aunt. Why bother with explanations? On the estate at Tiger Hill, those aunts under your second uncle’s roof are under my control to deal with as I please—I could even send them away, and your second uncle wouldn’t dare to make a peep."

"Wanqing, you must understand that from ancient times, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate, and ethical norms were all clear boundaries. You must not become too intimate with these lowly servants and maidservants. These people are all greedy, give them a chance, and they’ll start thinking they are on the same level as you."

After this tirade, the smile on Yan Wanqing’s face grew even thicker.

The second aunt thought her words had won Yan Wanqing’s approval, not knowing that the maids who had followed Yan Wanqing had already stepped back, and even the nursemaid who had just knelt on the ground had crawled away to the side.

It was well known in the Yan Family.

The eldest miss of the Yan Family, who was usually indifferent and scorned the mundane world, was safest to approach when she had this icy demeanor, clearly showing she had no interest in engaging with you.

But if she smiled, especially if she smiled very happily, like a sly fox.

That would mean, more likely than not, she was harboring ill intentions, and it was going to be bloody.

Now, Yan Wanqing was smiling, her eyes sparkling, her face blooming like a peach blossom, yet the smile did not reach her eyes.

"So, I should thank you for disciplining the servants on behalf of my mother?" came her melodious and leisurely voice.

The second aunt thoughtlessly responded, "No need for thanks. I heard your mother likes to practice Buddhism in the mornings, she’s not old, but why does she enjoy doing what old women like? I’ll take her out shopping later."

"So practicing Buddhism is something that old women like to do, I see," Yan Wanqing said, feigning sudden realization. The second aunt laughed smugly, "Exactly, a lady of your mother’s status should just enjoy eating, drinking, shopping, playing mahjong, listening to tunes and operas—that’s what life is all about."

The second aunt spoke joyfully, already envisioning herself coaxing Lady Sun to buy this and that, recklessly spending money, from which she was sure to benefit.

If her relationship with Lady Sun was good, wouldn’t the management of the Duke’s estate eventually fall into her hands as a sister-in-law?

Where would there be a place for that lowly maid Aunt Song?!

"If you ask me, your mother really is foolish, how could she hand over the family authority to an aunt..." The second aunt got carried away and blurted out, but suddenly stopped herself, amid Yan Wanqing’s seemingly smiling expression, she chuckled awkwardly: "Your mother is naive, unaware of the wickedness of the world, look at an aunt living in such a nice courtyard, if word got out, it would make us a laughingstock."

"Where does the second aunt think Aunt Song should live?" Yan Wanqing asked, emotionless.

The second aunt’s eyes whirled around, and she smiled, "I’m not someone to bully others; to be honest, I’m willing to swap my courtyard with Aunt Song’s. Wanqing, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" Yan Wanqing suddenly sneered coldly, "That’s really not much at all."

"You!" The second aunt didn’t understand why Yan Wanqing had suddenly changed her demeanor and was stunned.

"It’s not my place to manage how the second uncle handles his inner courtyard, but the second aunt should never have stretched her hands into the inner courtyard of my duke’s residence, even openly causing these nursemaids to hit Aunt Song, today I will not stand by idly!""

Yan Wanqing’s eyes were filled with ferocity: "Those who laid hands on Aunt Song today, pin them down on the ground, kneel!"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a group of servants suddenly ran into the courtyard. The second aunt and her group turned pale, "Yan Wanqing, you dare! I’m your second aunt!"

Yan Wanqing licked her canine teeth, the grinding sensation making her especially alert at this moment, "Just watch if I dare."

"Go ahead!"

As soon as the eldest miss of the Yan Family spoke, the servants unhesitatingly pinned down all the nursemaids and women, five or six people in total, onto the ground.

Yan Wanqing looked at the group of plump and sturdy nursemaids, a cold sneer played at the corner of her lips.

It was definitely the second aunt who had intentionally brought in these coarse nursemaids from the countryside, who could easily take on three of the nursemaids from the aunt’s courtyard each.

It was clearly a deliberate provocation.

"Cong Huan, teach them properly what the rules of the Yan Family are." Yan Wanqing had brought Cong Huan today because she had anticipated a conflict.

Cong Huan was highly skilled at dealing with people in confrontations.

She stepped forward, took off the shoes of one of the maidens, and then, wielding the shoe in her hand, she slapped the maiden twice across the face. In the chilly winter air, the beat of a shoe on the face swiftly turned her cheeks red and swollen.

Cong Huan continued to strike, one blow after another, silencing the entirety of the courtyard and leaving no one daring to utter a word.

The second aunt had long been frightened, sitting on a stone chair, her ferocious guards glaring viciously at her every time she dared to move.

Now she finally understood that Yan Wanqing was taking revenge for Aunt Song.

The nursemaids were beaten to the point of crying and shouting for their parents, but Yan Wanqing, standing straight under a persimmon tree, appeared indifferent. The bare branches of the tree held only a few shriveled tangerine-colored persimmons that glistened under the Chaoyang sun.

Beneath the tree, Yan Wanqing’s eyes were devoid of any emotion as she held a hand warmer, silently standing there.

After who knows how long, the second aunt could no longer bear it and burst into loud weeping.

"Yan Wanqing, you’re heartless. Are you trying to roast your second aunt on the fire? For the sake of a lowly maid, you torture your second aunt so harshly, if word gets out it will shame you to the bone!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wanqing turned and looked at her as she sprawled sobbing on the stone table, her lips curling slightly: "Aunt Song is family, not some lowly maid. I respect my second uncle, and that’s why I address you as second aunt, but do not for a moment think you are actually worthy of being a senior to me, the Commandery Princess. You scorn Aunt Song’s background, yet you should know she was the personal attendant to the legitimate eldest daughter of the General’s Residence, a position far surpassing that of a concubine-born offshoot like yourself!"

"If today you dare to humiliate Aunt Song in public, you should have considered the consequences!"

The second aunt narrowed her eyes, her anger unabated: "What, you dare to strike me too?!"

"How could I?" Yan Wanqing would never stoop to such common tactics that could easily lead to exploitation.

The second aunt heard this and breathed a sigh of relief. If word got out that a junior had disciplined her, she would have indeed lost face.

The second aunt hurriedly stood up, pushed away the guard fiercely, and rushed out of the courtyard. As she left, she shouted at Yan Wanqing, "This won’t end here, you all just wait!"

"Very well, I shall wait," the Commandery Princess retorted.

"Miss, why must you offend the people of the second house for the sake of Aunt Song? Your second uncle has a difficult disposition to deal with, and if he finds out how you treated your second aunt, it might stir up trouble again." Aunt Song, having hurriedly dressed, came out.

Seeing the courtyard full of kneeling nursemaids, she was taken aback.

Yan Wanqing offered a soothing smile: "Aunt, don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Have you applied medicine to the wound on your face? It’ll break my fifth sister’s heart to see this later."

She felt a great sense of guilt for not having protected Aunt Song better.

Aunt Song’s eyes warmed slightly, touched by the change in the young miss who, since her recovery from a cold, had become increasingly tender-hearted.