Followed all the way into the main hall, Yang Zijin saw that there was a large square table, beside which the Mus and their daughter Mu Yunong were awaiting respectfully for s.h.i.+ Weiming to take a seat.

The etiquette of giving and taking was a necessary procedure before a meal, but Yang Zijin bothered to wait for them. She just lifted the long swing of her robe, and expressionlessly took the rightmost seat.

“Although you know where is your most appropriate seat, you are too rude. Prince and parents haven't taken a seat yet, how can you sit down first?” Mu Yunong whispered behind the Duke, apparently frightened by Yang Zijin.

Yang Zijin raised her eyes and stared at Mu Yunong, “Whatever.”

“You…. Dad, she goes too far!”

The Duke of Mu kept his face sullen and endured his anger without speaking.

“You can go down, I will serve for our distinguished guests.” The countess Mrs. Li commanded the servants solemnly and poured s.h.i.+ Weiming wine in the past before came over to serve Yang Zijin with soup and vegetables enthusiastically.

Yang Zijin looked at her coldly and didn't speak.

Mrs. Li looked around and made sure that all servants were gone. She said, “Zijin, just try it. This is the quail soup I have personally stewed. It is good for the spleen to make you more energetic. There is also this crystal hoof. Even your father is full of praise. It has been one of my favorite dishes for many years. You can also try it. Maybe you will like it also.”

“My father?” Yang Zijin seemed to hear a joke.

Pa!

The Duke of Mu snapped chopsticks on the table, and growled, “It's funny, right?”

Mu Yunong and Mrs. Li shuddered, putting down the tableware in their hands breathlessly.

“It's funny, isn't it?” Seeing the Duke of Mu put down his chopsticks, Yang Zijin even picked up the tableware, “My mother is Madam Yang in the Spring Breeze, whereas my father …”

Yang Zijin was about to speak but saying nothing.

His face suddenly became dark, and the Duke of Mu shouted furiously, “How dare you!”

“Like father like son.” Yang Zijin drank the soups and praised Mrs. Li, “Countess, you have good cooking skills. It's fresh and extremely appetizing.”

s.h.i.+ Weiming frowned and shouted in a low voice, “Zi Jin!”

Yang Zijin smiled brightly, “Oh? Your Highness, you also want to try it? Take it for yourself, and don't be polite.”

“You rascal!”

“Don't worry, my lord. My name is Yang Zijin. I don't belong to the Mus. I'm just a little b.a.s.t.a.r.d growing up in a brothel. I have never said you are my father, so why are you angry?” Yang Zijin smiled and bit a chunk of crystal hoof, “It tastes really good. It is no wonder that your couple has been in love for years.”

“You… you unfilial son!” There was something wrong in the voice of the Duke of Mu. When everyone looked up, they found that his face was purple and blue, and seemed to be out of breath.

The rest of them surrounded him in fright, but Yang Zijin didn't respond.

But thinking again, Yang Zijin realized that she could act rashly in the Mu House now only because the Duke of Mu felt a little bit guilty for her. If he dies, it will do no good for her.

“Help! Come on, call the doctor!” Mrs. Li cried out in a panic, whereas Mu Yunong only knew to cry.

As for s.h.i.+ Weiming, he was sitting on the side and watching with cold eyes. He must be pondering over something.

Yang Zijin wiped her mouth unhurriedly, stepped forward and pulled Mu Yunong away. She pulled the cus.h.i.+on on the chair and put it under the Duke of Mu's head, tilting his head to the side. She then ripped the clothes around the neck of the Duke of Mu, allowing him to breathe the fresh air.

“Don't stay together. Just take the needle.” Yang Zijin instructed loudly.

However, no one in the room followed her instructions. Some servants were even about to rush to pull her out.

Fortunately, neither Mrs. Li nor Mu Yunong could play Kungfu. They were unable to move her at all, so they could just shout to her.

“Yang Zijin, his lord has fainted because of you. Do you want to kill him now!? Come on! Throw her out of our house!”

“Yang Zijin, leave my dad alone!”

Feeling irritable, Yang Zijin just watched, without a single word, a guard with a saber rushed forward. She pulled out his saber around his waist, and then put it on the Duke's neck, “I will kill him if you shout again.”

“You…” Mrs. Li covered her mouth afterward and pulled Mu Yunong behind herself to protect her, “What the h.e.l.l do you want?”

“Be quiet, everyone. Take three steps back.”

Although everyone was reluctant, no one dared to deny at the risk of the Duke's life. Therefore, they had to follow Yang Zijin's command.

Yang Zijin hooked her finger at Mu Yunong, “Throw the two fine hairpins on your head to me.”

“Let my dad go. I will give you as many hairpins as you want!” Mu Yunong was crying.

“A bunch of idiots!” Yang Zijin had already lost patience and moved the blade closer, forcing Mu Yunong to do it.

Afterward, Yang Zijin inserted a hairpin into Lao Gong acupoint in the palm of the Duke. She then took off his shoes and socks with another hand and plunged the remaining clasp into his Yongquan acupoint.

Up to now, everyone realized that Yang Zijin was doing first aid.

Yang Zijin glanced at everyone's face, then threw away the saber. Seeing that the Duke was still not awake, Zijin also pressed his philtrum.