Consort Zhao did not shut up because of this, but instead glared while continuing to shrink back, trying to escape the crisis, and at the same time biding her time to subdue Jun Ning.
It must be said, in moments of crisis, a person’s potential is limitless.
Just now, she didn’t even dare to imagine what to do when she realized her palace attendants only watched her from afar, worried, but couldn’t provide her with any real help. If she wanted to live well and not be slaughtered by a child just over two years old, she could only rely on herself.
She gathered her strength in one go, suddenly thrusting forward to snatch the life-threatening knife from Jun Ning’s hand and threw it far away. Get full chapters from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥
At this moment, those palace attendants around her finally became perceptive. Seeing her seize the knife from Jun Ning, they hastened to help her hold Jun Ning down.
The reversal happened too quickly.
Jun Ning was a little dumbfounded.
Logically, threatening someone with a knife wasn’t difficult for her, as she had often done it in the past life without ever failing.
How could this knife be so easily taken away today?
She couldn’t help but lose it.
In the end, it was because Jun Ning’s strength was really not enough in front of an adult like Consort Zhao.
Jun Ning ultimately overestimated the strength of her current child body.
Even if she had been an assassin for many years in the past life, mastering many assassination techniques, knowing how to handle a person, all of it was insignificant in the face of her two-and-a-half-year-old body.
The power disparity between her and Consort Zhao was too great.
Now it was Jun Ning’s turn to fall into Consort Zhao’s hands, at her mercy.
Consort Zhao stepped on Jun Ning’s collar, looking down at her with anger, exhibiting a small villain stance, "Now it’s my turn to ask you, dare you run?"
Jun Ning spread her hands and said calmly, "No guts."
Jun Ning’s answer truly choked Consort Zhao.
If only Jun Ning had hesitated a bit, or shown some unwillingness, it would have satisfied Consort Zhao’s sense of achievement. But Jun Ning bluntly admitting she had no guts made Consort Zhao feel like she punched a cotton ball, unable to stir any waves.
Consort Zhao, annoyed, picked Jun Ning up by the collar.
Jun Ning was just a child, not heavy, so Consort Zhao easily hoisted her up.
"Tell me, how should I punish you?" she asked.
"Why don’t you let go of me?" Jun Ning struggled, "I didn’t do anything wrong, why should you punish me?"
"Nothing wrong? Ha ha..." Consort Zhao said, "Are you joking with me? Or do you think I’m kind and beautiful, that I won’t bother with you trying to slash me with a knife?"
Jun Ning said nothing.
Consort Zhao answered herself, "Impossible, just give up!"
Jun Ning said, coldly, "I never had such a thought."
Consort Zhao was once again slapped in the face.
"You little rascal, dare you talk back again?" Consort Zhao raised her hand, threatening to hit Jun Ning.
"You wicked woman, let me go."
Jun Ning’s dangling legs kicked randomly at Consort Zhao, leaving several small, varying footprints on her light yellow chiffon dress.
"This is my favorite outfit, how dare you kick it?"
"Guards, quickly come."
Consort Zhao called someone over, handing the suspended Jun Ning to them, "Hold her legs and hang her upside down. I need to properly teach her a lesson."
The palace attendant obeyed, grabbing Jun Ning’s ankles and easily taking her from Consort Zhao. After being flipped, Jun Ning was hung upside down by the palace attendant.
Jun Ning, with her face flushed red, looked at the ground from upside down.
She felt all the blood in her body rush to her head, leaving her thoroughly uncomfortable, with dizziness and nausea.