Princess Against the World

Yang Meixin turned around with a smile and raised the box in his hand: "Yang Bing, if you dare to touch my Phoenix Butterfly Dance again, I will definitely kill you!"

Yang Bing seemed to have lost a treasure and cried even more sadly.

After Yang Meixin took the people away, Mrs. Yang and others helped her up.

"Miss, why are you confused? Don't you know that Fengdiewu is Miss Xin's lifeblood?"

"That's right...not to mention you, even the young master and the queen will not do the butterfly dance easily..."

"..."

Mrs. Yang glared at everyone impatiently: "That's enough, Miss is already sad enough, and you are still there to fan the flames!!"

She carefully touched Yang Bing's cheek and lowered her voice.

"Miss, you can't tell the queen and the young master about this. After all... you were the one who made the mistake first... You said you wanted to give the high priest a gift, and I thought you wanted to give him your own painting. Who would have thought... how are you going to get there? Where’s Miss Stealing Heart’s butterfly dance?!”

"I... I saw that the high priest liked the butterfly dance, so... I just wanted to give it to him to make him happy..."

Yang Bing looked aggrieved and burst into tears.

"Actually, I also know that Sister Xin likes Fengdiewu and won't give it to me... so I stole it..."

Mrs. Yang sighed silently and asked the two ladies to take Yang Bing down to get familiar with her. Then she walked towards Ling Luoyu.

"Miss Yan..."

Ling Luoyu stood up with a slight smile: "Grandma Yang, if you have anything to say, speak directly..."

"I know... you don't regard Miss Bing as your master in your heart, but... regardless of emotion or reason, she is your master! When the master is in trouble, we servants must go to the rescue at all costs. Save her... Even if you are shattered to pieces, you must be loyal to your master..."

"Yes, I also agree with what Mrs. Yang said..."

Ling Luoyu cherished his jaw and looked serious.

"As a servant, you must have the obligation and belief to be loyal to your master..."

"Then why didn't you take action just now?"

Mrs. Yang's face was full of displeasure.

"You just stand here and watch the young lady being bullied..."

Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips with an unpredictable smile: "Grandma Yang, I think... you may have misunderstood me!"

Mrs. Yang's pupils shrank: "...What misunderstanding?"

"What I just said, I agree with your words...only the first half..."

Ling Luoyu shook his fingertips lightly, and the void fell, as if cutting something off, and then threw away the things behind it in disgust.

"What you said before... I did not treat Miss Bing as my master. I agree..."

Mrs. Yang: "..."

"Because to Miss Bing, I am more like her friend..."

"Friend? Since you are a friend, why don't you stand up for your friend? Instead of watching her being bullied?"

"That's because I can't afford it..."

"..."

"Grandma Yang, that Miss Xin has the same status as Miss Bing... Can I afford to offend her?"

Mrs. Yang was furious: "Didn't you just say that you don't regard yourself as a slave?"

"Yeah... I don't regard myself as a slave, but it doesn't mean that I have to ask for trouble!"

An innocent smile appeared on the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips, he turned around slightly and looked into Mrs. Yang's eyes.

"If I had taken action just now... apart from being beaten to pieces and unable to get up like you, would there be a second ending?!"

Mrs. Yang took a deep breath and was momentarily speechless.