The cloth was torn.
Song Jinyin's eyes turned completely cold when she looked at the crazy Pei Yanzhou. Only the tears that kept falling were silent resistance.
Pei Yanzhou stopped, stretched out his hand, and wiped it for her with difficulty.
But the tears seemed to never stop.
Perhaps realizing that his movements were too gentle, Pei Yanzhou froze, then stood up and stopped looking at her, leaving only the words he blurted out to support his toughness.
"Song Jinyin, as long as you can bear it, leave or seek death, I will let you go. Otherwise, you will never leave my side for the rest of your life."
Song Jinyin's lips moved, and her empty eyes fell on the splendid curtain above her head.
It shouldn't be like this.
It was obvious that he still had a trace of clarity just now, but at this moment, Pei Yanzhou's hatred was so deep that she was blinded.
"I'll sacrifice my life for you, isn't that enough?"
Song Jinyin's clothes were untied, her thin body was nestled on the bed, her voice was slightly trembling due to the chill.
"Even if I don't acknowledge what happened back then, I'm still willing to pay you my life. Isn't this enough to exchange for my freedom after death?"
"You don't recognize it?"
Pei Yanzhou looked at her condescendingly, with a sarcastic look on his lips: "Don't forget, our Mrs. Liu Zang fully recognized her back then."
Before leaving, Pei Yanzhou stopped again and turned his back to her, "I suddenly changed my mind. Even if you are willing to bear it, the contract of betrayal will never come back to you."
"Everyone in the world knows that the Duke of Zhen has pampered his concubines and killed his wife. He made the Duke's wife so angry because of a widow. I want to see how the princess will treat you... when she enters the palace. My only beloved maid."
Song Jinyin closed her eyes tiredly.
She had nothing more to say to him.
Over the years, she watched with her own eyes as Pei Yanzhou stood up from the blow, from being withdrawn to regaining the dignity and alienation of a young man from a wealthy family.
But no matter how Pei Yanzhou changed, he had never been kind to her. Only a small period of relaxation completely disappeared with the death of his old friend.
She was used to it, but today, she was really exhausted to the extreme. Even though she was still lying on his bed, Song Jinyin didn't want to move any further.
All hope was gone, what could he do to her if she slept for a while.
...
Pei Yanzhou stood outside the house, watching the drizzle that had stopped falling again, and did not move for a long time.
Butler Wang secretly looked back several times to make sure that the closed door had not been opened again, and he was a little puzzled.
The prince never left outsiders in his inner room, but he clearly remembered that there were two people when he entered.
Thinking of this, Butler Wang's heart couldn't help but sink.
Although Song Jinyin's temperament is a little stubborn, she is petite and weak. If a martial artist grabs her neck, he might be able to break it.
It’s been so long since I’ve been out, so it’s not like I couldn’t help but angered the prince, and was...
Butler Wang was startled by his sudden thoughts and did not dare to ask the silent master in front of him. He only sighed sadly in his heart.
After all, that girl also grew up in this courtyard. Although she is the son of the prince, she has stayed with him for so many years and developed some feelings for him. If it really disappears...
"Ask the maid next to her to come and guard her until she wakes up and returns to the house."
"wake?"
Before even a tear could be squeezed out, Butler Wang was stunned by these words.
Although Song Jinyin is already a member of the Crown Prince, she has never stayed overnight there. This is the first time in so many years that she has directly waited for someone to wake up.
"The prince is so concerned about Miss Jin Yin, I think she will be deeply moved when she wakes up!"
"Quack."
Pei Yanzhou raised his eyes and glanced at him, but then he remembered Song Jinyin's empty look just now.
Moved?
She would only breed hatred, and then let that emotion consume her, and eventually become just like herself.
...
When Song Jinyin woke up, it was only half an hour later, but she didn't expect to see Xueyu outside, who had never stayed in this room before.
"Sister Jinyin, wake up!"
When Xueyu saw her, she was so excited that she almost cried.
This was the prince's house. Even if the prince was not here, the whole place was filled with overwhelming oppression, which made her feel a little restless.
"Butler Wang asked you to come in? Why didn't you wake me up?"
Song Jinyin's voice was a little hoarse. When she saw Xue Yu, her chaotic head suddenly woke up. She remembered what Pei Yanzhou had threatened her just now, and her hand that leaned over froze slightly.
Is this... really bringing this girl up and taking her place?
Song Jinyin's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Pei Yanzhou might have brought her up with the intention of threatening her, and maybe when he got interested later, he would show some love through his fingers. But as for Xueyu, this simple girl, would she be willing?
Thinking of this, Song Jinyin felt guilty in her heart.
She shouldn't have provoked Pei Yanzhou just now.
"Did Butler Wang tell you about the work you have to do?"
"I told you, sister Jinyin."
Xueyu carefully held Song Jinyin's arm, "Butler Wang asked me to watch my sister wake up."
"Gone?"
"No, my sister looks so bad. Even Butler Wang is afraid that my sister will faint. In fact, having said that, I think the prince still values his sister in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't..."
Xue Yu's murmurs could be heard in her ears, but Song Jinyin could no longer hear a single word.
What is he doing?
Slap her and then sheath the blade?
"By the way, Sister Jinyin, Butler Wang said that the Crown Prince left a message, saying that my sister should think carefully before making decisions in the future. If she is too impulsive, I'm afraid it will end badly..."
It was originally waiting for her here.
Song Jinyin was startled, and then she smiled, her black eyes like a dry well without waves.
The side room was not as warm as Pei Yanzhou's room.
When the two pushed the door open and entered, they were still hit by a chill.
"Sister Jinyin, I'll go out to work first."
Xueyu didn't stay long, she really just waited for Song Jinyin to wake up, and then carefully sent her back to the house.
Song Jinyin was temporarily discouraged by Pei Yanzhou's words and didn't want to go to work anymore, so she simply stayed in the house.
When she suddenly felt free, she thought of the money she had not yet had time to store under her mattress.
Five taels and one ingot, the old lady always rewards large amounts.
Still feeling a little unwell, Song Jinyin slowly took out the wooden box from the cabinet and put the silver ingots and broken silver copper plates together.
Under the wooden box lies an old letter, with the words "my son Jinyin" written in neat handwriting.
Song Jinyin's hand paused, and her hot tears instantly fell onto the broken silver.
This was a letter home that her father sent her back from a long trip one year when he was still alive.
One from her mother and one from her.
My father loved them very much and never treated them favorably.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Song Jinyin carefully took out the letter from home that had always supported her.
In fact, speaking of it, what could she understand at that time when she was young?
It was just her father's love that made her feel satisfied and happy.
She just didn't expect that the first letter she received from her father would actually become the last letter in her life.
"Dad, Jin Yin misses you so much."
The murmurs overflowed, and Song Jinyin put the letter from home on her chest, feeling the despair that could not be dissipated in her heart, and the hope that was rekindled by this letter from home.
She almost, almost wanted to give up on herself in this mansion.
But she can't.
Even if she dies, she must escape from the Duke's Mansion, go and lay incense in honor of her father.
"Miss Jinyin, are you there?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Lingqiao next to the old lady.
Song Jinyin wiped away her tears.
It had only been an hour since she came out of Fuluyuan. It might not be an easy task for the old lady to find her now.
