Okay, I will now translate this story into English for you.
In the city of Huzhou, at the Jiang residence.
It was noon. The door was being pounded on, accompanied by a man’s cursing voice.
Inside the room, the two-and-a-half-year-old Yi Yi puffed out her cheeks and used all her strength to brace the door with her back, trying to stop the man from entering.
“Go away! Go away!”
“Baby doesn’t like you! You’re not allowed to find Mama!”
Her little voice was trembling and choked up. Her two big, round deer-like eyes looked at her motionless mother.
Mama was sick. Yi Yi had to protect her and fight off the bad uncle.
A feeding bottle hung around the little girl’s neck. She would take a sip from it every now and then, as if to replenish her strength.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between a child and an adult man is like that between an ant and an elephant. It was truly a futile effort.
As expected, the door was pushed open. Yi Yi fell heavily to the floor, a small bump appearing on her forehead.
The little one’s eyes immediately filled with tears from the pain, but she still propped herself up with her chubby hands, got up, and charged at the man.
The two-and-a-half-year-old chubby girl charged straight like a calf, colliding with the man’s thigh.
Yi Yi imagined herself as the street performer she often watched with her mother, the one who knew the “Iron Head Skill,” with an invincible and unbreakable iron head.
The man had originally wanted to ignore the little girl behind him, but her continuous collision made his anger rise. “You fatherless bastard! I’ve wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time!”
The man was the son of the current Huzhou County Magistrate, named Liu Fuhai. A few days ago, he had fallen in love at first sight with Yi Yi’s beautiful mother and wanted to force her to be his.
But Jiang Wantang had repeatedly rejected him! So she was a lowly woman who already had a bastard child.
He, the son of a county magistrate, taking a woman with a child was already a great gift. This woman was simply ungrateful!
Liu Fuhai lifted Yi Yi up. His eyes were fierce, and his rough fingers heavily pinched the little girl’s chubby cheek.
A red mark immediately appeared on her fair and clean face. Yi Yi cried out in pain, her legs flailing continuously as she shouted to be let go.
A child’s crying can only add to an adult’s anger. Liu Fuhai looked at the noisy little girl, and his anger grew stronger.
With a “thud,” Yi Yi was heavily thrown to the ground.
“Wah… Bad uncle, bad uncle.”
“Let Yi Yi go! Yi Yi is not afraid of you! Yi Yi will hit you!”
The little girl’s two chubby hands waved powerfully, striking at Liu Fuhai’s body.
Liu Fuhai raised his hand and slapped Yi Yi hard across the face.
He didn’t hold back his strength. Yi Yi was sent flying, her head hitting a sharp corner, and blood gushed out.
The little one fell into a pool of blood. Her little voice was already indistinct, just babbling. Her chubby finger pointed at Liu Fuhai, and it seemed she still wanted to get up and charge.
The helpless infant lay in a pool of blood. Liu Fuhai only glanced at her before turning away indifferently.
The Jiang family had no power in Huzhou. Yi Yi’s mother was even less valued in the Jiang family; she was of low status. No matter how beautiful she was, she was just a wild flower, and no one would care if she was crushed.
So, if this bastard died, it would be no big deal.
Jiang Wantang lay on the bed, her brows furrowed, her face flushed, as if she was having a nightmare and kept muttering in her sleep.
She was extremely beautiful, with eyebrows like distant mountains, skin like white snow, and delicate features like a painting.
Just looking at her twice made a surge of evil fire rise in Liu Fuhai’s lower abdomen. He couldn’t wait to step forward and tear off Jiang Wantang’s clothes.
At that moment, there was a commotion in the courtyard.
A group of well-trained, uniformly dressed black-clad men entered the Jiang residence’s courtyard with swords. They were opening door after door to search, as if looking for something.
The Jiang residence was small. Soon, someone found Yi Yi lying in a pool of blood. He immediately called out to the door: “Madam, here she is!”
At the door stood a beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman was dressed in a purple robe, with an elegant and dignified air. There were traces of time at the corners of her eyes, but as the saying goes, time cannot defeat beauty; it only added a touch of appropriate elegance to her.
Her face was haggard, her hair and clothes were somewhat disheveled, and she looked travel-worn.
The beautiful woman ran towards Yi Yi, her steps urgent. When she saw the little baby lying in a pool of blood, her heart felt as if it were being twisted. A line of clear tears fell. “It’s Grandmother’s fault. Grandmother came too late.”
The little one had a large hole in her head, and blood was flowing all over the floor. Her chest seemed to have stopped rising and falling.
She wore a double bun hairstyle. Her eyelashes were long, like two small fans, fluttering. Her cheeks were chubby and so tender that one could almost squeeze water out of them. She was truly an adorable and blessed child.
The more the beautiful woman looked at her, the more she liked her, and the more her heart ached. “She looks like him. She really looks like him.”
She looked like her son, Mo’er, when he was little.
And her son was none other than the current ruler of the Great Xia Empire, Emperor Jing, Dongfang Mo.
Five months ago, Dongfang Mo had suddenly fallen seriously ill and lapsed into a coma. The entire Imperial Hospital and all the renowned doctors from the common people were helpless.
To the people of the world, Dongfang Mo was the revered Emperor. His absence would surely shake the entire nation. But to her, his mother, she only wanted to save her son.
In the end, the Empress Dowager went to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to respectfully invite the Nation-Protecting Divine Beast, the Ancestral Glutton. It was there that she received the only hope to save her son: Dongfang Mo’s bloodline that was living outside the palace, Yi Yi.
After nearly ten days of traveling through wind and rain, she had finally arrived. The Empress Dowager resisted the urge to touch the little girl’s face and called for the accompanying Imperial Physician to examine her.
Inside the room, Liu Fuhai’s lewd mood was interrupted. As he came out, he was about to scold, but when he saw the beautiful woman, his eyes immediately lit up. “What good luck I have today. The beauties are buy one, get one free.”
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager raised her phoenix-like eyes and looked at the vulgar-looking man. As if she hadn’t heard his insult, she only extended a finger and pointed at Yi Yi. “You did this?”
She slightly raised her head, her expression cold and stern, and an air of disdain emanated from her.
Her precious granddaughter, the only child of the royal family, had actually been seriously injured like this!
Liu Fuhai was startled by her imposing manner, but after searching his memory, he couldn’t recall any powerful figure in Huzhou who matched her description. His heart immediately relaxed a great deal. “Beautiful lady, this bastard offended me, the son of the county magistrate. She only got what she deserved.”
When he mentioned his identity as the son of the county magistrate, Liu Fuhai’s tone was quite proud.
He was the son of the county magistrate. This woman would surely immediately submit to him.
What Liu Fuhai expected did not happen. The Empress Dowager only let out a cold laugh. “The son of a county magistrate?! I… I’d like to see if this Huzhou County Magistrate is truly so lawless.”
“Chiying, tie him up! Then go and bring this Huzhou County Magistrate to me!”
Since becoming the Empress Dowager, she had never been so truly enraged.
It was also strange. Some people were just asking to commit a crime worthy of the extermination of their entire clan.
Daring to harm her precious granddaughter, they were truly tired of living.
Liu Fuhai never thought the Empress Dowager would really dare to have him tied up. A faint feeling that he had provoked something terrible arose in his heart, but his mouth was still unyielding. “Let me go! When my father arrives, all of you will die without a place to be buried!”