After the Princess Was Exiled, She Was Lavishly Spoiled by a Wealthy Benefactor!
After the Princess Was Exiled, She Was Lavishly Spoiled by a Wealthy Benefactor! Chapter 7


Chapter 7: The Battle-Scarred Kitten

Jiang Qingqing recognized the voice.

It belonged to Liu Mei, the legitimate second daughter of the Prime Minister’s household.

This woman had always been at odds with her, so her visit today definitely meant trouble.

“You, kick the door open. I want to see if Jiang Qingqing is dead yet.”

Liu Mei ordered the old maid she had brought along.

“Thrown into the mountains, yet still managed to find someone to send a message to my brother? Were you hoping he’d come to rescue you? How naive. I intercepted the letter—I never intended to let my brother see it.”

Liu Mei sneered, her tone dripping with mockery.

She had come in secret today just to humiliate Jiang Qingqing.

After all, Jiang Qingqing always carried herself like a high and mighty princess. A demon concubine’s daughter, born without a powerful family, dared to act superior among the noble ladies of the aristocracy?

Jiang Qingqing stood inside her house, listening to Liu Mei’s nonsense, and pressed her lips together in annoyance.

She really didn’t want to engage with this woman’s nonsense.

But she also worried that Liu Mei would break in and see the setup inside her house.

Left with no choice, she swiftly pushed open the door, stepped outside, and shut it behind her, blocking the entrance.

“What do you want?”

Jiang Qingqing looked at Liu Mei with an expression of cold indifference.

Liu Mei froze for a moment upon seeing Jiang Qingqing standing there unharmed.

Impossible!

This forsaken place had nothing—shouldn’t Jiang Qingqing be starving to death by now? Why did she look no different from when she was in the palace?

Liu Mei scrutinized Jiang Qingqing closely, searching for any flaw.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she pointed at Jiang Qingqing’s clothing.

“Jiang Qingqing, where did you get that outfit? You never had this set in the palace!”

No wonder!

No wonder Jiang Qingqing was still alive—someone was helping her.

And judging by the way Jiang Qingqing was blocking the door, Liu Mei was convinced she had figured out the truth.

Feeling triumphant, she sneered, “Jiang Qingqing, you sure are lucky. But imagine—a dignified princess, reduced to pleasing a man just to survive. That must be humiliating, huh?”

“Who’s the wild man inside? Just wait until I report this to the Empress Dowager—your reputation will be completely ruined.”

“Kneel and kowtow to me twice, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you.”

Thinking she had Jiang Qingqing completely cornered, Liu Mei stepped forward, pressing her attack.

However, contrary to Liu Mei’s expectations, Jiang Qingqing didn’t react with shame or anger.

Instead, the corners of her lips curved into a faint, icy smile.

Without warning, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap to Liu Mei’s face.

Liu Mei was stunned, her arrogance instantly smacked out of her.

Jiang Qingqing looked down at her with an icy glare, her voice laced with fury.

“Filthy people like you have filthy minds.”

She would not allow anyone to blaspheme the divine.

Seeing the growing hatred in Liu Mei’s eyes, Jiang Qingqing raised her hand and slapped her again.

“A mere prime minister’s daughter dares to overstep her bounds? I wouldn’t mind disciplining you on behalf of Prime Minister Liu.”

One slap or two—there was no difference.

Since Liu Mei would hold a grudge against her anyway, Jiang Qingqing figured she might as well enjoy it.

By the third slap, Liu Mei snapped back to her senses, her face burning with rage.

Her eyes turned red with fury as she lunged at Jiang Qingqing.

“Jiang Qingqing! I’m going to kill you today!”

Jiang Qingqing cast her an indifferent glance, nimbly sidestepping her attack and even landing a swift kick on her.

“If you have the guts, then come at me.”

Liu Mei fell to the ground, her hatred boiling over.

She turned and glared at the maids and old servants she had brought with her, screaming in anger.

“What are you all standing there for?!”

“What, afraid to touch her? So what if she’s a princess? We’re in the middle of nowhere! If I say she was beaten to death by bandits, who would dare say otherwise? Don’t forget—my father controls the entire Great Liang!”

“If you don’t kill her today, I’ll make sure all of you die instead!”

Liu Mei had completely lost her mind.

She had come today to mock and humiliate Jiang Qingqing, yet she was the one who had been slapped—three times!

Furious, she struggled to her feet, preparing to lunge at Jiang Qingqing again.

The old maids, experienced in handling such matters, heard Liu Mei’s threat and immediately rushed forward to assist.

They grabbed at Jiang Qingqing’s hair and clawed at her face, attacking in a frenzy.

Jiang Qingqing had learned a few fighting techniques from Consort Wan, though she had never fully mastered them.

Now, she had no choice but to fight back against this group of vicious women, all because of Liu Mei’s blasphemous words.

To Jiang Qingqing, the divine was sacred—no one was allowed to taint it.


Half an hour later…

Liu Mei lay on the ground, her face swollen beyond recognition.

The maids and old servants fared no better—some had broken arms, others had fractured legs, all of them sprawled on the ground, crying for mercy.

“Please, Your Highness, spare us! Have mercy!”

Of course, Jiang Qingqing herself wasn’t in great shape either.

Her long, silky black hair had been yanked into a tangled mess, cascading wildly down her back. The bamboo hairpin she had used to hold it in place had long since vanished.

Several scratch marks marred her face, and her once-luxurious silk dress had been torn into ragged strips, covered in dirt.

She looked like she had just rolled through a mud pit.

Brushing aside the stray strands of hair sticking to her forehead, Jiang Qingqing glanced at Liu Mei, who had fainted on the ground.

She stepped forward and gave her another solid kick.

“Wake up and apologize.”

The old maids, hearing Jiang Qingqing’s words, thought she was asking Liu Mei to apologize. They quickly chimed in, speaking over one another:

“Your Highness, have mercy! I apologize on behalf of my mistress. She lost her senses for a moment. Please don’t hold it against her—spare us!”

“That’s right. If anything happens to our mistress, the Empress Dowager will surely hold you accountable.”

Jiang Qingqing let out a soft chuckle.

The Empress Dowager hold her accountable? The Empress Dowager had probably been wishing for her death all along. Now, this would just give her a legitimate excuse to punish her.

Glancing at Liu Mei, who lay unconscious on the ground, Jiang Qingqing figured she wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Unwilling to waste any more time on these people, she spoke coldly:

“Take your mistress and get out of my courtyard.”

Given permission to leave, the old maids hurriedly lifted Liu Mei’s limp body and, despite their own injuries, scrambled out of the dilapidated courtyard.

They had never expected a delicate princess to be such a fierce fighter.

Had they known, they would have brought some male servants along.

Watching them leave, Jiang Qingqing finally felt at ease. She turned around, intending to head back inside.

But just as she reached for the door, her hand froze in midair.

What was going on?

Where was her house?

Standing in the courtyard, the scene before her was exactly as it had been on the first day she was brought here—nothing had changed.

An overgrown courtyard, a run-down straw hut.

Jiang Qingqing suddenly felt an inexplicable hesitation.

She was afraid.

Afraid that everything she had experienced yesterday had been nothing more than an illusion, a fleeting dream before death.

She stood there in a daze for a long time until she finally heard the voice of the divine coming from inside.

“Jiang Qingqing, where did you go?”

A wave of relief and joy surged through her.

She had not lost Him.

The divine truly existed—it was not just a fantasy.

With an expression full of happiness, Jiang Qingqing pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the familiar, comfortable suite.

“Divine one, I’m here~ I’m here~”

Her dirt-streaked face was filled with joy as she eagerly looked around, searching for Fu Zhengnan.

Outside the screen, Fu Zhengnan stared at Jiang Qingqing, who now looked like a “battle-scarred kitten,” and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He remained silent for a long time.

Who would have thought?

She looked just like a pampered little cat who had sneaked out while its owner was away, gotten into a scuffle with the street cats outside, and then returned home covered in dirt—only to look up at her owner with expectant eyes, waiting to be praised.

Miumi[Translator]

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