The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant
Chapter 199: This Commandery Princess Has Dirtied Yulang

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: This Commandery Princess Has Dirtied Yulang

"Ah, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Song Zhiyu immediately exploded.

Damn, someone was actually more arrogant than him, how outrageous!

"Hey you, stop, if you’ve got guts, stop for me. Agui, go stop him for me."

Song Zhiyu casually brushed off the dust on his face, looked down at his hand, and found the yellow dirt was embarrassingly ugly.

Not far away, several more horses caught up, mounted by guards dressed in black with swords at their sides, looking very imposing.

Hearing the sound of hooves, all the young nephews stopped playing, gathering around Song Zhiyu’s window to watch the commotion. When they saw the guards, they exclaimed loudly.

"So grand, so mighty." Song Lingzhou took a bite of his fried chicken leg, his eyes lighting up brightly.

Song Lingzhao: "I bet Xiaosi’s chicken leg that these must be soldiers from the barracks."

Judging by that bloodthirsty aura, they were not ordinary guards from their household, but surely ones with countless blood on their hands.

Soldiers, indeed!

Song Lingzhao’s eyes gleamed.

Song Lingjie: "Don’t talk nonsense, they’ve noticed us."

The leading guard glanced over with a face full of indifference.

Meanwhile, the horse that had thrown dust in Song Zhiyu’s face stopped at his shout, and the rider instinctively turned back, seeing Song Zhiyu, he reined in his horse.

The horse neighed loudly, its hooves lifting high.

Song Zhiyu had already seen the person on the horse and held his breath.

Enemies really do meet on a narrow road, it was that mountain king demon.

Ah, no, it was Commandery Princess Dongyang.

Niu Pan’er turned her head and saw the person looking at her askew. His jade-white face now smeared with some dirt, a bit dirty, but his round eyes were very clear.

This person’s gaze was very clean.

Niu Pan’er suddenly had this feeling.

She remembered now, this was that someone, Prime Minister Song’s youngest brother, the pretty boy called Yulang.

"Commandery Princess, it looks like Song Family’s entourage, as if Song Family’s Old Madam is traveling." Guard Yuan Yi rode up beside Niu Pan’er.

Niu Pan’er acknowledged and had recognized Song Zhiyu.

Both parties’ carriages stopped, and the head of the Song Family’s guards reported to Second Master Song Zhicheng, who then rode up to Niu Pan’er, dismounted, and cupped his hands in salute.

"Commoner Song Zhicheng greets Commandery Princess Dongyang."

Song Zhicheng held no official position, nor had he bought one, so referring to himself as a commoner was correct, especially as in front of him stood a Commandery Princess comparable to a Princess, Prince Dingbei’s only beloved daughter, a cherished treasure.

"You may rise, Second Master Song." Niu Pan’er also dismounted, laughing heartily as she raised her hand: "I startled your noble household’s carriages and horses, it was my fault, I must apologize to your esteemed Old Madam."

Song Zhiyu had already jumped out of the carriage, but hesitated, not daring to come over.

After all, they had a history. If this mountain king bore grudges, would she remember how he had once disrespected her and spoken rudely?

Niu Pan’er, however, was looking at him, holding her horsewhip with a smile: "Song Yulang? Was it you who wanted someone to intercept my horse and make me stop? I stopped, so what do you want?"

Song Zhicheng turned his head, raised an eyebrow at his little brother, and signaled with his eyes.

Song Zhiyu stepped forward, saying: "So what if it’s me, you galloped off making me eat a faceful of dust, got my face dirty, and I can’t make you stop?"

"Old Fourth!" Song Zhicheng stopped him, then looked at Niu Pan’er, somewhat helplessly: "Commandery Princess, my younger brother is mischievous and speaks without thinking, please forgive him."

Niu Pan’er grinned: "No problem, I let Yulang get dirty, it was my fault, I apologize to Yulang!"

She turned around, generously cupping her hand towards Song Zhiyu in a gentleman’s salute.

Song Zhiyu: "..."

Apologizing is all well and good, but why does something sound off in her words?