Looking at Miranda as if she bore some infectious disease, he said, “Who do you think you are? You dare to taint the seat of the lord of a tribe?”
Cowed, Miranda’s shoulders trembled as she sobbed quietly. With an extremely piteous and nasal voice, she said, “Ah Ya, you misunderstand me… I could barely stand after falling down outside and hurting my leg earlier. I was also crying so hard that I fainted. So the elders carried me in and let me sit here to rest… I…I am not coveting the seat of the lord of the tribe… how could I dare to? Ah Ya, don’t be angry, I… I will leave immediately, alright?”
Miranda pretended to struggle to stand up, but she tilted over and fell to the floor before she even managed to straighten her knees.
“Sob sob… Ah Ya, I am in so much pain… you are a witch doctor, take a look at me, please? My leg… I must have hurt it… Ah Ya, help me up, please?” Miranda gazed at Lea with teary eyes. Looking at the undeniable charms of the snow fox coupled with the poignant weeping in the manner of the great literary figure Lin Daiyu—one couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
Gu Mengmeng couldn’t resist applauding Miranda internally. If this was the present world, her acting skills were fully worthy of an Academy Award!
“The snow fox tribe… they no longer follow the rules anymore? There’s no need for them to respect those of higher authority?” Gu Mengmeng gave a faint smile. She spoke in a calm and measured tone, but the elders were all in a frenzy from her words. They exchanged anxious looks before kneeling down before her. “Greetings, Great Messenger.”
Actually, Gu Mengmeng usually didn’t let others kneel before her. Especially these old foxes, who all looked even older than her grandfather. She was afraid of being struck by lightning if she had them kneel down.
But if the opposite party took advantage of their own seniority and didn’t show her respect in the first place, then that’s another story.
How could you expect others to respect you if you didn’t respect yourself?
“So you still remember that I am the Messenger of the Beast Deity. I thought I must have been too kind, that you had already forgotten my status.”
“We don’t dare…” Those old foxes were all highly intelligent, so how could they not have detected the sarcasm in Gu Mengmeng’s voice? Perhaps Gu Mengmeng was truly too kind for too long, and they held themselves in such high prestige that they already forgot their own place. But they had to settle Miranda’s situation. So they had no choice but to put down their pride for the time being and placate Gu Mengmeng before continuing.
Gu Mengmeng glanced sideways at Miranda. She maintained her elegant smile. “You are not bowing down to me—do you look down only on me or do you also have complete disregard for the Beast Deity?”
This crime was a rather severe one.
But as father said, I would be a fool not to make use of my powerful backing.
As the rightful daughter, it was her privilege to rely on her father’s name to oppress others.
“No… it’s not like that… it’s only because I was hurt, that’s why…” Miranda put on a weak and feeble act. She was behaving exactly like one of romance novelist Chiung Yao’s long-suffering female characters being abused by the evil mother-in-law. She crawled pathetically toward Gu Mengmeng and placed her hands palm down on the ground. She then gave an extremely formal bow, like she was a servant girl from the ancient times kowtowing before the Empress. She said in a quivering little girl’s voice, “Miranda of the snow foxes greets the Great Messenger.”
Gu Mengmeng chuckled. This Miranda was a natural-born actress. Even in her pathetic bowing state, she didn’t forget to arch her back and stick her butt high up, taking the opportunity to put her elegant figure on full display. If a male had been kneeling behind her, this scene would look like something out of some erotica drawing.