Zixi glanced around the nearly bare room and sneered, "The Ji family must be really poor!"
The old nanny's eyes turned vicious. "Just a bankrupt branch of the family from some small-time country estate, and you have the gall to criticize the Ji family. Lord Ji is the Grand Secretary. A courtyard this large is something the likes of you lowlifes have never even seen…"
"Zixi, slap her. From now on, I shouldn't have to remind you about things like this."
Without so much as a glance at the old nanny, Ji Xiaosong sat down in a chair.
The sunlight fell right on that spot, which she found rather pleasant.
Before the old nanny could react, Zixi had already landed several sharp slaps—SLAP! SLAP!—knocking the woman's teeth out.
"Our courtyard really is bare. Zixi, once you're done straightening up, go take a walk through the other courtyards. We've come home, after all. There's certainly nothing wrong with taking a few things from our own family."
"Yes, Miss."
