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The Strategist and Lord Lo An remained silent throughout, seemingly watching the drama unfold, deep in thought, earnestly searching for answers to the questions in their hearts.
Madam Xiang was fuming with rage at Luo Bingbing, yet felt utterly helpless. Just as she was about to call for the guards outside to seize Luo Bingbing, a commanding voice reached her ears.
"As a junior, how can you be so disrespectful to your elders?" Lord Lo An said to Luo Bingbing.
A smirk appeared on Luo Bingbing's lips as she slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed directly on Lord Lo An. With a mocking tone, she replied, "Elder? Does she deserve that title? What right do you have to lecture me?"
"Impudent."
"Truly lacking in manners."
"A wild child is just a wild child."
Madam Xiang and her daughter, along with Fourth Princess Luo Cai Feng, simultaneously shouted in anger, both irritated by Luo Bingbing's attitude and secretly relishing the moment, eager for Lord Lo An to teach the girl a lesson.
Strategist Gongsun Ming's eyes lit up, a slight smile creeping onto his face as his brows lifted; he could already foresee an entertaining spectacle ahead.
"Princess," the Nursemaid quickly tugged at Luo Bingbing's hand, signaling her to stop.
The Nursemaid then knelt down hastily, bravely pleading for Luo Bingbing. "My lord, the Little Princess is still young and does not understand. Please do not be angry with her; if you must vent your frustration, direct it at me instead!"
"Nursemaid, please get up." Luo Bingbing insisted that the Nursemaid rise, her round eyes glaring defiantly at Lord Lo An.
"I was born without a mother. If she were my elder, why have I never seen her? And you, I have never seen you either, nor do I know who you are. Should a beggar suddenly appear on the roadside claiming to be my grandfather, would that make him my grandfather?" Indeed, she was doing this on purpose, deliberately trying to provoke these so-called elders, giving voice to the grievances of the little pitiful girl she once was.
As Luo Bingbing's words fell, everyone in the hall couldn't help but gasp, including Lo An Lord and Strategist Gongsun Ming.
"How dare you compare us to a beggar on the street?" Lo An Lord's dark eyes fixed intently on Luo Bingbing, their glimmering light obscuring his true thoughts.
Luo Bingbing raised her chin defiantly and retorted, "Are you a beggar? Or is she a beggar? Have I equated you with beggars?"
Lo An Lord was rendered speechless by her question, unsure how to respond to Luo Bingbing's challenge. He could only answer evasively, "I am your father, she is your aunt; we are all your family."
Luo Bingbing looked at each of them one by one and slowly said, "Father, Aunt, family, is that right?" Upon hearing her words, Lo An Lord nodded slightly in affirmation.
With Lo An Lord's confirmation, a faint smile crept onto Luo Bingbing's lips as she coldly remarked, "Since you are my father and she is my aunt, and you are all my family, then why do you ignore me? Why do you allow those servants to bully me? Why don’t you feed me? Why don’t you give me clothes to wear? Perhaps you don’t even know my name?" She then deliberately lowered her gaze to examine the tattered clothes she and her nursemaid were wearing.
Luo Bingbing's barrage of questions left everyone gasping for breath; each inquiry struck like a blow. The nursemaid beside her was already trembling with fear, her legs turning to jelly.
Impressive! Truly impressive! The strategist couldn't help but marvel inwardly; this Little Princess had such personality and presence that rivaled even the prince. If she were in the army, no one would dare challenge her!
Lo An Lord gazed at Luo Bingbing with a slight smirk. He thought to himself, "Is she demanding an explanation from us? Yet I realize I don’t even know her name. At that time, I was only focused on escaping and protecting her; I completely forgot to name her."
"Oh, so according to you, everything is our fault? Are you blaming us for not caring enough about you?" Lo An Lord said meaningfully as he looked at her.
"You are absolutely right; I am blaming you." Luo Bingbing's round eyes glared coldly at Lo An Lord. Her voice was youthful yet clear and powerful.
Bang...
Everyone seemed to hear a loud bang, their mouths agape in shock as they stared at her. They all thought to themselves how audacious this little girl was! How dare she speak to the Lord like that? Was she truly fearless, perhaps even a monster?
Of course, after the initial surprise, the lady of the hall and the other Princesses and Young Masters began to revel in the misfortune. They couldn't help but think that she deserved it; surely the Lord would punish her severely now. Their eyes widened, sparkling with anticipation, as if they were witnessing Luo Bingbing's tragic downfall.
The strategist's expression was quite complex. The moment he heard Luo Bingbing call for the Nursemaid, he felt her voice was strikingly similar to that of the Young Boy who had saved him and the Lord last night. He mentally layered Luo Bingbing's figure with that of the Young Boy from last night, recalling the clothes worn by that boy. Suddenly, he realized that the Young Boy who had saved them was indeed Luo Bingbing. He couldn't help but murmur to himself, "No wonder I always felt that the Nursemaid's figure resembled that of the woman standing next to the Young Boy last night." However, the Lord's dignity would not allow anyone to provoke him repeatedly. This Little Princess, though young and formidable, continued to challenge Lo An Lord's temper. He couldn't decide whether to admire her or pity her youthful ignorance.
The Nursemaid's reaction was even more direct; she fainted on the spot.
The hall fell into an eerie silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Lo An Lord remained expressionless, his deep and tranquil gaze fixed intently on Luo Bingbing, silent and inscrutable—no one could guess what he was thinking.
In truth, his thoughts were similar to those of the strategist; he too was questioning whether Luo Bingbing was the Young Boy from last night. He kept pondering and searching for answers in his mind.
Luo Bingbing did not use her Ability to probe his thoughts or feelings; instead, she stared at him intently while speculating about his next reaction—would he be enraged by her provocation or furious enough to explode? A slight smirk appeared on her lips, revealing a mischievous grin. No, she wasn't being careless; it was all intentional. She wanted everyone in the manor to know that she, Luo Bingbing, feared no one and was not someone they could provoke. Those who were wise would refrain from bothering her; otherwise, they should be prepared for dire consequences.
The strategist worried that Lo An Lord might not realize that Luo Bingbing was the one who had saved them last night and was also the person they were currently seeking. Given Luo Bingbing's formidable skills and the mysterious realm of Snow Mountain behind her, he feared that both father and daughter might end up in a disastrous conflict. Thus, he spoke up: "My Lord, the Little Princess is..." But before he could finish his sentence, Lo An Lord waved his hand to interrupt him and nodded slightly to indicate that he already knew.
Seeing Lo An Lord's gesture and expression made the strategist understand that he had already figured out that his daughter was indeed the mysterious Young Boy from last night. He promptly fell silent and settled down to watch the unfolding drama; after all, this spectacle was rare and incredibly captivating.
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