Chapter 14: I'll Beat You Up Whenever I Want (2)

“Exactly! Look at your own status! How dare you even...”

Before the two young ladies could finish their sentence, Long Ao Han’s jaw was directly dislocated by Long Ying. Letting go, Long Ying proceeded to rain a rapid-fire succession of slaps upon Long Xian Die and Long Dai Man!

“Ahhh! Ahhh...”

In an instant, sharp, piercing screams rang out through the garden. Accompanied by the continuous, crisp sound of slapping, the two wails grew increasingly high-pitched.

Only after Long Ying had slapped Long Xian Die and Long Dai Man dozens of times in succession did she finally stop to blow on her palms. Her brow furrowed in frustration as she complained, “Their skin is indeed thick; I couldn't even bruise them...”

Long Ao Han, whose jaw had been dislocated, along with Long Xian Die and Long Dai Man, who had been beaten into the likeness of pig heads, nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets! She—she actually wanted to beat their faces to a pulp? This useless trash, since when did she become so ruthless and terrifying?

The three young ladies were supported by their maids, staring at Long Ying in terror, while seven or eight people retreated repeatedly. They nearly stumbled into the stream behind the garden. It was only because the Second Miss's maid, who was grimacing from being kicked, blocked Long Ying's path that the slapping ceased.

“Long Ying! You just wait! I—I—we are going to complain to the Old Matriarch!”

“That's right! If you're so capable, do you dare go seek justice from the Old Matriarch with us?”

“Mmph! Mmph mmph...”

The habitually sycophantic Long Xian Die thought of finding a patron. Long Dai Man followed suit, using provocation. Long Ao Han, with her dislocated jaw, supported her chin with both hands through teary eyes, unable to help but make muffled sounds of agreement.

Long Ying held Ali in her arms, her head held high and her chest out, appearing completely unafraid. Glancing sideways at those three unsightly women, she suppressed a laugh and said eerily, “It just so happens I am going to pay my respects to the Old Matriarch. Lead the way.”

The three young ladies were truly stunned! They had not expected this Long Ying to show not the slightest bit of fear! Each of them puffed out their chests, feeling both ashamed and enraged, as they were supported by their maids, stumbling and wailing toward the Old Matriarch's Yun Yue Studio in the Long Estate.

Long Ying walked leisurely at the very rear, her expression calm and natural. She thought indifferently to herself that if this entire estate was filled with such low-minded, snobbish people, there would be no need for her, Long Ying, to stay here any longer. She would simply kill them all and leave!

Incense curled upward in Yun Yue Studio; from a distance, it looked like a celestial abode away from the mortal world. Upon closer inspection, a white-haired elderly woman sat with her eyes closed on a round cushion, chanting sutras.

With such a peaceful and harmonious expression, she appeared to be a kind-hearted elder. In memory, this Old Matriarch had always lived in seclusion within Yun Yue Studio, rarely interfering in the trivial affairs of the Long Estate. However, she held absolute power and authority throughout the entire estate. It was said that in her youth, she was a fiery heroine who had commanded the battlefield...

“Old Matriarch! You must seek justice for us! This Long Ying is usually nothing but a useless waste with not a shred of spiritual power! She has caused our Long Estate to be made a laughingstock! Now that she has returned after being rejected by the Third Prince, not only has she brought shame upon us, but she also dares to take her anger out on us!”

“Exactly! Look at what she did to Second Sister! She still can't even close her mouth!”

“Mmph! Mmph mmph...” The Second Miss, Long Ao Han, immediately lifted her head to show her dislocated jaw to the Old Matriarch. However, because her face had been frozen in a mocking expression toward Long Ying when her jaw was pulled, even while supporting it now, a strange, mocking look remained etched upon her face.