Chapter 120: The Spicy Ninth Princess Consort 17

Su Huandan looked at the Eighth Fujin’s crazed state, her eyes completely bloodshot. She thought to herself that it was a good thing the children were playing in the next courtyard. If they had been here, wouldn’t they have been frightened out of their wits by the Eighth Fujin?

Standing up, she grabbed the Eighth Fujin’s outstretched wrist and tossed her aside.

Did she practice the Body Tempering Technique every morning for nothing?

Except during her post-miscarriage recovery period, Su Huandan practiced the Body Tempering Technique once every day, even when she was pregnant.

Su Huandan wasn’t aiming to become a martial arts master, so she didn’t have much drive to cultivate. She just practiced once a day, feeling her strength grow a little each time, which seemed to yield decent results.

Thus, with a wave of her hand, she sent the Eighth Fujin flying. The woman rolled a few times on the carpet. She did not look injured, but rather dazed from the rolling.

Scrambling up from the floor, the Eighth Fujin was dizzy and disoriented. At this point, she did not care about anything else. Since the Ninth Princess Consort dared to expose her shortcomings, she would tear the Ninth Princess Consort’s mouth apart.

With this thought in mind, the Eighth Fujin got up, located Su Huandan, and charged at her again.

The First Fujin thought this was truly unseemly. She stepped forward to block the Eighth Fujin, only to be slapped right in the face.

The slap was incredibly crisp. The First Fujin’s left cheek turned red instantly and swelled up visibly.

The Eighth Fujin swept a cold glance at the First Fujin, showing no fear whatsoever, and charged at Su Huandan once more.

Su Huandan was amused by the Eighth Fujin’s sheer audacity. The one who starts the trouble is the one to blame. Did she not have any self-awareness? Did she think she could just act like a rogue and win back her dignity?

Fine, I’ll play along.

She slapped the Eighth Fujin on the hip. Her aim was off; it would have been better to hit her buttocks. The hip bone was hard, and it made her palm go numb.

The Eighth Fujin was sent flying by Su Huandan’s slap, crashing into and knocking over the two older maids the Crown Princess had ordered to break up the fight. Even the First Fujin, who was still standing in the middle of the room dazed, was caught up in the chaos. One of the maids grabbed her in the confusion and pulled her down to the floor.

The Crown Princess was furious. She slapped the table and pointed at Su Huandan. “Ninth Princess Consort, how could you lay a hand on your Eighth Sister-in-law?”

So she wanted to make an example of her to settle the matter once and for all?

Su Huandan was not afraid of this at all. She sneered, “The Crown Princess is truly fair. When the Eighth Fujin was talking nonsense, why didn’t you uphold justice? When the Eighth Fujin rushed forward to hit me, why didn’t you uphold justice? Just because I am stronger than the Eighth Fujin, does that mean I, the victim, should be blamed by you? What, did the Crown Princess never learn that the one who starts the trouble is the one to blame^[1]?”

The other Fujins looked at Su Huandan and cursed in their hearts: Has she gone mad? Does she not want to live a peaceful life anymore? Regardless of whether it was your fault, you were the one who got physical. If you don’t quickly lay low and play dumb, what good will come of this for you later?

The Crown Princess was left speechless, her face flushed red. Having her bias exposed, she knew she was indeed in the wrong.

The Fourth Fujin had already sent someone to the front courtyard to fetch the Aisin Gioro Princes.

As for this mess, whoever could clean it up should do so; she certainly couldn’t.

The Eighth Fujin was overbearing, and the Ninth Princess Consort was stubborn. The Eighth Fujin lost the war of words and lost the physical fight. Who was to blame?

Wasn’t it her own fault?

In her heart, the Fourth Fujin sided with the Ninth Princess Consort.

The Ninth Princess Consort’s biggest mistake now was that as a younger sister-in-law, she shouldn’t have fought back. Yet she did, and to great effect. In the process, the First Fujin was also caught in the crossfire. Thus, even if she wasn’t in the wrong, she was now deemed to be.

See? The imperial family was just that messed up; it was no place for reason.

When the Aisin Gioro Princes heard that the Fujins were fighting, they were all shocked. Were these women trying to turn the world upside down?

The Ninth Prince ran faster than anyone. His Fujin was delicate and threw tantrums at him whenever she was slightly displeased. If she got beaten up, he wouldn’t have a single peaceful day for the next six months. She would torment him to death.

While the Ninth Prince ran like the wind, the other Aisin Gioro Princes were not far behind. The Seventh Prince, in particular, despite his limp, managed to overtake the Crown Prince and the Old Third.

Watching the Seventh Prince run so nimbly, the Old Fifth wondered: Is the Seventh Prince really lame?

The Aisin Gioro Princes arrived one after another. When they looked inside, good heavens, the women were tearing at each other. It was a real brawl.

The Fourth Fujin and the Fifth Fujin were both thrashing around on the floor.

The Seventh Princess Consort and the Tenth Fujin were leaning against the doorway, also lying on the floor.

The First Fujin’s head was pressed against the Crown Princess’s stomach, and her hands were pinching the Crown Princess’s waist and abdomen.

The Ninth Princess Consort was straddling the Eighth Fujin’s back, pulling her hair so hard it made one’s scalp tingle just looking at it.

Before the Aisin Gioro Princes arrived, the Fourth Fujin, the Fifth Fujin, the Seventh Princess Consort, and the Tenth Fujin had exchanged glances and tacitly cooperated.

Since they couldn’t escape a scolding anyway, they might as well make it a full-blown scene.

Thus, the four of them pretended to break up the fight, but in reality, they dragged and pulled the maids and older servants around them down to the ground, turning the scene into the chaotic brawl it was now.

As for the Crown Princess?

Like the Eighth Fujin, she was genuinely beaten. The First Fujin had seized the opportunity to drag her off her chair, pinching and twisting her in places where it would be hard to inspect for injuries.

The First Fujin really did not want to miss such a great opportunity to beat up the Crown Princess.

Along the way, she also kicked the Eighth Fujin twice. I went to break up the fight, and you ungrateful wretch actually dared to hit me?

That was how the free-for-all came to be.

The First Fujin and Su Huandan were fighting for real, but the First Fujin did not hold back her strength at all, doing whatever felt most satisfying.

Su Huandan, on the other hand, had to hold back, fearing she might accidentally beat the other woman to death.

Seeing how unseemly it was, the Aisin Gioro Princes entered with dark faces. They ordered the servants to leave immediately and winked at their trusted eunuchs to ensure none of the witnesses would blabber.

Once the room was cleared of servants, the First Prince, like a roaring deity, bellowed in a low voice, “Stop it, all of you! Get up! This is disgraceful, absolutely disgraceful!”

The Fourth Fujin, the Fifth Fujin, the Seventh Princess Consort, and the Tenth Fujin scrambled to their feet and hid behind their respective husbands, refusing to show their faces.

The four sisters-in-law thought to themselves that since the show was over, they would accept whatever punishment came their way.

Since all the imperial daughters-in-law had joined the brawl, how to punish them was for the Emperor and the Empress Dowager to figure out.

This could be considered a tacit way for the imperial daughters-in-law to band together.

Surely they wouldn’t put all of us imperial daughters-in-law to death, right?

The First Fujin, the Crown Princess, and the Eighth Fujin all had disheveled hair, while Su Huandan only had slightly untidy clothes, with not a single strand of her hair out of place.

Having high combat prowess meant that even after a brawl, she still looked perfectly presentable.

The moment she scrambled to her feet, the Eighth Fujin pointed at Su Huandan and burst into tears.

“It’s her! She’s the one who called me the daughter of a criminal official and beat me! I’ve never seen such a wicked woman!” The Eighth Fujin had always been highly skilled at shifting the blame.

Her words instantly drew everyone’s eyes to Su Huandan.

Su Huandan sneered. She kicked and shattered the red sandalwood chair beside her, then slapped and smashed a red sandalwood table. “Eighth Sister-in-law, if I had actually beaten you, would you even be standing right now? You only point out my faults, but why don’t you tell everyone what you did? I’ll say it again: the one who starts the trouble is the one to blame. Didn’t you say that the Donggo Clan has poor upbringing? My husband and I were just sharing some private words, yet you had to stick your nose in. Was I wrong to say you’re overstepping? What kind of sister-in-law meddles in her brother-in-law’s bedroom affairs? What exactly are you trying to do, Eighth Sister-in-law? Have you taken a liking to my man?”