Xiaoxiao paid no attention to his refusal, forcefully dragging him along.
The person in the flower-patterned clothes didn't want to be too stubborn and followed her. Seeing her joyful smile along the way, he secretly felt that the upcoming social engagement was worth it.
Unexpectedly, they encountered Empress A Jiao on the way.
As soon as Xiaoxiao saw her, she became angry, her big eyes glaring, confronting her: "What are you doing here? Stalking? It's strange, I've noticed that wherever I go, you can always find me and quickly catch up. Are you a dog or something?"
"How dare you, Mu Furen! How can you be so disrespectful in front of the Empress! Servants, slap her!" The first palace maid beside the Empress, Yun Shuang, spoke with authority.
Chen Mengjiao heard this and was delighted. In previous confrontations, she had been suppressed by Mu Xiaoxiao, but this time, fortunately, Yun Shuang had recovered. Seeing the servants hesitate slightly, she repeatedly called out, "Slap her! Do you hear me?"
"Why should I be slapped? I won't bow to you, what can you do? You always make people bow to you for no reason. What's the point? If you're capable, show your own merits, do things brilliantly, be loyal, or at least be successful. You need to have something outstanding that makes people voluntarily admire you and listen to you. Look at you, you have nothing except a broken gong voice. Tell me, what makes you worthy of people bowing to you?" Mu Xiaoxiao finished her long speech in one breath, didn't even look at them, and pulled up the kneeling person in flower-patterned clothes to leave.
Chen Mengjiao’s eloquence wasn’t very good, and this was mainly not her fault. She hadn’t had the opportunity to practice – she had always been a pampered daughter, a heavenly beauty from childhood, where she would say something and no one dared to contradict her. No one would practice arguing with her.
