- TIME TRAVEL - Killer Girl Gold Medal
058 - Provocation

"Jiang Xingyu, you asked for it yourself!" This time Jiang Linyao was really angry and instinctively her hand touched her waist.

He became even more angry when he realized he was not carrying his whip. When he saw the pebbles on the ground, he immediately picked them up and threw them.

Aunt Rong subconsciously wanted to help Nonanya get rid of the stone, but stopped after seeing her.

As for the pebble that was about to hit him, Jiang Xingyu dodged to the side, twisted his right leg and kicked the stone accurately.

As a result the stone immediately returned in the same way.

His elegant movements evoked the cries of admiration of the Servants who purposely stopped their duties.

To be honest Jiang Xingyu did not mean that. He used his legs to fight back because his arm was injured and was uncomfortable doing movements accompanied by internal force.

"Well..."

The pebble bounced back the same way, coincidentally hitting Jiang Linyao's left forehead and it caused a shout that echoed in the Back Garden.

Although it hit his forehead, but it does not cause bleeding and only bruises turn blue.

"Miss..." Ming Er approached immediately.

"Ming Er, look how my forehead is, is it severe? will it be defective?" Jiang Linyao asked in panic.

"Miss don't worry, even if the wound is bruised but there is no bleeding. The swelling and bruising will heal in a few days, otherwise it will not leave a mark." Ming Er hurriedly consoled.

Jiang Linyao let out a sigh of relief.

When he realized who the culprit was, his face turned ferocious. "Jiang Xingyu, how dare you hurt me! Look how I'm gonna fix you."

After that he approached and raised his hand to counterattack.

Jiang Xingyu and Aunt Rong's attitude was very calm. The two of them did not once consider Jiang Linyao as an opponent.

While on the other side the Servants actually poured their sweat for Eldest Miss out of fear that Third Miss would really hurt her.

But in the next second reality tells that their worries are not necessary.

Jiang Xingyu waved his right hand and easily blocked the hand of Jiang Linyao who was about to attack his face.

No surrender! Jiang Linyao lifted her leg to attack with a kick but again stopped with the same kick.

As he was about to strike again, his ears faintly heard his father's angry screams.

"Stop!" The Great Lord's angry voice sounded not far away.

As Jiang Linyao shouted earlier, people who were within a certain distance heard him. Some went straight to the source of the voice out of curiosity and some went to report to their respective Employers.

Therefore the Servant who came to the Back Garden grew and now the Great Lord, Consort Mo and Concubine Jing also came.

The Great Lord was furious to see his two Daughters at odds again. No need to ask or guess, He knew his third daughter was the first to attack.

"Miss, sir is here." Ming Er hurriedly reminded.

However being too angry, Jiang Linyao ignored him.

While Jiang Xingyu was not planning on playing anymore. When his father and the others approached, he immediately retreated backwards.

But it seemed like Jiang Linyao was not planning to give up. Before attacking, his father's angry voice sounded again.

"Stop!"

The Great Lord's voice grew louder and it made Jiang Linyao startled.

Everyone saw a swollen bruise on his left forehead. Her pretty face looks ugly with these bruises.

"Yao'er, what's wrong with your forehead? who did it?" Consort Mo approached her daughter.

Naturally the Great Lord was convinced the bruise must have been caused by his first Princess. Before saying anything, the voice of her third daughter's complaint sounded first. "Dad, this is Jiang Xingyu's doing. He hurt my face because he didn't want me to attend the Peony Festival."

"Master, you must give Yao'er justice." Consort Mo certainly knew that her daughter was wrong.

"Master, that's not true. The Third Miss who first threw a stone at the Young Miss and the Young Miss just kicked her back, who would have thought that the stone would hit the Third Miss' forehead. Sir, this is not Young Miss's fault." Aunt Rong doesn't take it when Nonanya gets blamed.

"Shut up! When the Employer was talking, the Servant had no right to interfere! Don't you know these rules?" Concubine Mo snapped at Aunt Rong.

Then looked at the Great Lord while saying. "Although Yao'er was guilty first, it was Yao'er who was now injured. The concubine couldn't just let it go."

"Concubine Mo, I don't understand what you're saying. Obviously Third Miss who first threw a stone at Eldest Miss, if not kick the stone, then Eldest Miss will be hurt. If so would you also demand justice for Eldest Miss?" Concubine Jing sneered.

"You..." If that was the case, Consort Mo naturally would not have gotten into trouble.

Of course this was only his mind that did not dare to be revealed. Instead Iq shouted at Consort Jing. "Consider your identity! There's no place for you to talk here!"

"Yes! What happened to my identity? isn't it the same as you? both are Consorts? if you make a sound, why can't I?" Concubine Jing was actually very happy to find materials to mock her enemy.

"You..." Concubine Mo was really very angry. The next moment his body trembled when he realized that what he said was wrong. He hastily changed the topic. "Master, the Peony Festival is coming soon. But in the presence of this bruise, Yao'er might not be able to participate."

"Dad, this Peony Festival is very rare and it is an opportunity for me to participate. But now my face..." Jiang Linyao chimed in his mother's words.

"Concubine Mo and Third Miss think too much. Peony Festival is still a month away. While the bruises on Third Miss's face would disappear within a few days, it was definitely not a big deal. Quite the contrary, the big problem lay in a Consort Princess openly attacking the Eldest Miss, if it came to being heard by the Empress, not just the Third Miss who was unable to participate, she said, it may also be stamped badly by the Empress. You guys must know what's gonna happen next." Concubine Jing again stepped on the wound that was stored tightly in the inner Concubine Mo and her Daughter.

"Jing Rong, you..." Concubine Mo's heart was racing and nervously looked at the Great Lord. "Sir..."

He wanted to explain, but somehow the word he wanted to say disappeared as soon as it arrived at the end of his lips.

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