Chapter 3: Pulling Up Grass by the Roots

“Leng Ji is cold, lonely, foolish, and dim-witted. She causes trouble on a daily basis; it is because I have been negligent in her discipline... If she has committed some error, I beg you, Sister, for my sake, please let her off the hook...”

“Lianxin, Sister, those words of yours come quite easily...” Meng Fengyue’s hand suddenly tightened around Leng Ji’s chin, violently flinging her to the side.

The gesture was as if she were tossing away a piece of useless trash, filled with extreme disdain.

Poor Leng Ji, who already had a splitting headache and felt as weak as if her bones and tendons had been stripped away, was now flung by Meng Fengyue. Her head struck the corner of the table, leaving her dazed and disoriented, her head feeling as if it were exploding.

Meng Fengyue did not care in the slightest whether she had been too heavy-handed, and she cast a cold, sneering glance at Leng Lianxin.

“Do you even know what mistake Leng Ji has committed? She actually played the fool and smashed the token of affection between my sister and brother-in-law...”

Leng Lianxin looked at the twitching Leng Ji with great heartache, but seeing the shattered white jade hairpin on the floor, her face turned deathly pale, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Sensing the tremors in her body, a thin, mocking smile curled at the corners of Meng Fengyu's lips.

“Sister, do not blame me for being ruthless. You should know that this jade hairpin is not just the token of affection between my Lord and me, but was also the wedding gift the Empress Dowager gave us... By smashing it, she has smashed the Empress Dowager's very face...”

“First Madam...” The maid supporting Leng Lianxin had a face as pale as death. “Please calm your anger first... The doctor said my Madam is carrying twins, and her pregnancy is already unstable. If her fetal qi is disturbed, it will be bad... You...”

Before the maid could finish her sentence, Meng Fengyue delivered a kick, sending the maid flying.

“Is it your turn to speak?”

The maid had been supporting Leng Lianxin; now that she had been kicked away, her hands instinctively grabbed at Leng Lianxin’s arm, trying to find something stable to hold onto.

This grab directly pulled the already distraught Leng Lianxin down with her.

Meng Fengyu released her grip at the perfect moment, watching helplessly as Leng Lianxin and the maid tumbled to the floor.

“Ah...”

A scream instantly burst from Leng Lianxin’s mouth, and a bright crimson bloodstain suddenly bloomed beneath her.

“Madam... what happened?” The maid was terrified out of her wits; she instinctively wanted to pick Leng Lianxin up, but she didn't dare touch her.

“What happened?” A playful, mocking smile curled on Meng Fengyue's lips as she slowly crouched down beside her.

“You pulled your Madam down... She has miscarried...”

“Haha...” The other ladies in the room immediately erupted into pleasant, mocking laughter.

This laughter made the pain-stricken Leng Lianxin feel even more despair in her heart.

She knew exactly what she and the children in her womb meant to these venomous women.

“What are you standing there for? Go fetch the doctor...” Meng Fengyue delivered a harsh slap to the maid's face.

The maid snapped out of her stupor instantly. Ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth, she scrambled and ran out, leaving Leng Lianxin lying helpless and alone on the cold floor.

“Stop laughing...” Meng Fengyu suddenly gave a low shout, her cold gaze sweeping across the faces of the women one by one. “A bunch of venomous fools... Get out!”

Meng Fengyue looked at her with some surprise, and only after everyone had left did she ask in a low, puzzled voice.

“Sister, what is it?”

Unobtrusiously, Meng Fengyu pulled Meng Fengyue to the side and lowered her voice. “The children are already this large; I fear even if they are born, they could be raised to adulthood... Besides, there are two in her womb. Even if one dies, the other will live...”