Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Chapter 12: Sister Can Fight You Three Even with a Limp Leg

She reached out to open the box.

Jiang Yan whispered, "Fifth Sister, this is not good. Father will be angry if he finds out."

"It's just a joke between sisters. Father won't be angry over such a trivial matter, and he loves me the most anyway." Jiang Yuan insisted, forcibly opening the box.

The two old women staggered, and some things in the box rolled out.

A small scroll rolled to Jiang Yan's feet. She bent down to pick it up and, seeing the small seal in the corner, couldn't help but open it curiously.

As soon as she saw this painting, she was stunned.

Jiang Ning watched the scene calmly, paying no attention to the broken items.

But when she saw her stepfather Jiang Ruobai striding in from the corner of her eye, she stood up and threw herself on the ground, tremblingly picking up a broken porcelain cup and squeezing out a few tears.

When Jiang Ruobai walked in, this was the scene he saw—

His newly found legitimate daughter was bullied by two concubine-born daughters and was lying on the ground with things scattered all over the place.

Jiang Ruobai was furious, and he slapped Jiang Yuan in anger, scolding, "You rascal, who allowed you to bully your sister?"

Jiang Yuan was stunned.

She wasn't surprised by being hit by her father, but by Jiang Ning's acting skills.

Ignoring the burning pain in her face, she pointed at Jiang Ning with a trembling hand like a fragile leaf in the wind, "She... She's sick!"

Smack!

Another slap.

Jiang Ruobai thought she was cursing Seventh Miss for being a cripple and became even angrier, "Your sister's legs were fine when she was born. She became like this after being abducted and injured!"

Jiang Yuan cried.

Jiang Ruobai quickly picked up his youngest daughter and placed her on the wheelchair, squatting down in front of her with extreme heartache and coaxing, "Seventh Sister, are you alright? Did you get hurt when you fell?"

"It hurts, Fifth Sister and the others bullied me." Jiang Ning winked at them.

You brats, I can still fight you with my crippled leg.

Jiang Yan hurriedly waved her hands, "I didn't..."

Jiang Ruobai angrily said, "You're an accomplice!"

Jiang Yan: "..."

"How dare you take her things?" Jiang Ruobai saw the painting of the setting sun in her hand and quickly snatched it back, carefully putting it into the box.

What a joke, all these things were given by Old Man Li.

If there were any damages, not enough heads in Jiang Family would be enough to pay for it.

What a disaster!

Usually, the two concubine-born daughters seemed quite well-behaved and cute. How could they show such faces in private?

Even bullying the weak and pitiful Seventh Sister.

"Seventh Sister, it's not safe for you to live here. Father will take you to your mother's courtyard to live for a while so you can get to know her better, alright?"

"Do I have a mother?"

"Silly girl, you are the legitimate daughter of the Jiang Family, and your mother is the main wife of the Jiang Family." Jiang Ruobai pushed the wheelchair himself, "Come on, Father will take you to meet your mother."

After saying that, he looked back at the two concubine-born daughters, "If you dare to touch Seventh Sister's things again, I'll cut off your fingers!"

He didn't even dare to touch those things, but these two girls dared to do it.

If Old Man Li found out that they were bullying his niece, wouldn't that spell disaster?

After bringing Jiang Ning back, Jiang Ruobai had already sent someone to investigate and found that the emperor had indeed been frequenting Jiang Ning recently, and their relationship was excellent.

As for the reason, he probably had some idea in his heart.

All for Jiang Ning's mother, Lin Zizi - the first beauty of Chang'an City and the emperor's beloved.

Back then, Lin Zizi chose him instead of the emperor.

This had always been the emperor's greatest regret.

Could it be that the emperor had taken a fancy to Zizi's daughter and wanted to take her as his wife, so he sent her those gifts?

Jiang Ruobai thought about it, and a layer of cold sweat formed on his back.