Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Whether the former or the latter, Jun Ning couldn’t bring herself to praise Consort Zhao.

"Not running means waiting for death? I’m not stupid."

Consort Zhao responded to Jun Ning while running.

"Ha!" Jun Ning angrily continued to chase with her little short legs.

One big, one small, the two of them ran back and forth around the Furong Residence.

Consort Zhao usually didn’t like to move much, and she was panting heavily after just a few steps, wishing she could stop to rest. But when she turned her head and saw the knife in Jun Ning’s hand, she dared not entertain the thought.

She gave it her all and continued to run forward. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥

The palace attendants in Consort Zhao’s abode were dumbfounded watching these two running so desperately.

They didn’t know what to do.

"You idiots, why are you calling me? Why aren’t you quickly blocking her for me?" Consort Zhao was so angry she felt like she was going to spit blood; her palace attendants were just standing by at a crucial moment.

What’s the meaning of this?

Are they laughing at her?

Or waiting for her to be cut by that little brat’s knife?

Just wait and see how she’ll deal with them once she escapes this disaster.

Consort Zhao’s venomous gaze settled on the palace attendants standing on the sidelines.

She remembered each of them.

The palace attendants felt a chill run down their spine being stared at like that by Consort Zhao, despite the hot weather, and quickly took action.

They all rushed forward to help Consort Zhao catch Jun Ning, all the while chattering non-stop.

"Eighteenth Princess, a princess breaking the law should be punished just like a commoner. You’d better listen to us and put down the knife, or if you accidentally harm our mistress, even if the emperor favors you, you’ll pay a heavy price."

"Understand that our mistress and the Empress are cousins, and the Empress’s family is also our mistress’s family."

"It may look like you’re raising a knife against our mistress, but unknowingly, you’re raising it against yourself."

"If you don’t want to be punished or worse, please stop immediately."

"What empty threats!"

Jun Ning completely disregarded the words of these palace attendants.

The Empress is now permanently confined to Jiaofang Palace, and her family is already scrambling to get her out; they couldn’t care less about a side-relative like Consort Zhao.

These people really overestimate Consort Zhao.

Consort Zhao’s scream suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears.

Jun Ning frowned and looked at Consort Zhao.

Consort Zhao had stepped on her skirt and fallen to the ground, sprawled awkwardly and quite unsightly.

It seemed she had twisted her foot and could no longer stand up to run; she looked back at Jun Ning in fear, then hugged her foot and cried loudly.

"My foot, my foot..."

Consort Zhao’s wails were deafening, as if they could tear the roof off.

"Go on, keep running?"

Jun Ning mocked, then took the chance to step forward and placed the cleaver against Consort Zhao’s pale neck, controlling her.

"You, you, you mustn’t act impulsively." Consort Zhao stammered, her speech faltering as she looked at the knife near her neck.

"But I insist on being impulsive." Jun Ning rudely pushed the knife closer until the blade was pressed completely against Consort Zhao’s neck.

Feeling the chill of the knife, Consort Zhao recoiled her body as much as she could and screamed loudly.

Jun Ning coldly said, "Shut up."