"Did she beat her up alone?" Old Master Song asked Butler Yang.
Relying on other people's love for her, Princess Linghui made a grander entrance than the crown prince. There were a total of 13 palace maids and eunuchs standing in this hall with swollen faces, asking him to make the decision. In addition to Princess Linghui, who had fainted and was carried to the neighboring ward for treatment, there were 14 people present.
Little Jiajia won against those numbers. Was his little granddaughter-in-law so powerful?
Butler Yang was speechless. "Old Master, is your focus wrong?" he thought.
However, when he received the news and went out, these people were already lying on the ground wailing. Only the future heiress was sitting on Princess Linghui's body and waving their small fists. He really did not know if anyone would help.
Just as he was about to call the guards in to ask, the dozen or so palace maids and eunuchs began a new round of condemnation.
