"Pei Jinzhi just came to apologize to me. He said that the second wife should not touch the people in my yard. He also said that if I dislike you very much, I would send you to his yard."
Pei Yanzhou restrained her forcefully, his eyes were cold, and the words he spoke close to her ear made her heart sink.
"Tell me, it's rare for my second brother to speak to me. Could it be that he just helped you and fell in love with you at first sight?"
Song Jinyin stiffened, feeling the cruelty in Pei Yanzhou's words, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The viciousness of these words is that anyone who hears them can understand the deep meaning, but even if they understand it, they can still arouse Pei Yanzhou's anger.
Only he can destroy or throw away the prince's things. If others covet them in the slightest, he would rather destroy them as well as their belongings.
Pei Jinzhi knew the temperament of his eldest brother, so he spread such words and wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife and let her die in the hands of the prince.
"This servant dare not have any second thoughts."
"Don't you dare to have second thoughts?"
Pei Yanzhou let go of the hand holding her chin, sat up straight, looked at her condescendingly, and said with a raised lip: "During the day, you asked me to send the deed of betrayal with you, but this wish came and went quickly. Fast too."
Song Jinyin knew that he was angry.
Thinking of the letter from home that had always supported her and her own hopes, Song Jinyin's heart tightened, and all the words she wanted to argue with suddenly disappeared.
"My slave is wrong."
Losing control only for a moment.
Song Jinyin sat up with her other hand, took the bowl in Pei Yanzhou's hand, drank the medicine in it, then lowered her eyes and said lightly: "This slave lost my sense of proportion during the day. I shouldn't have taken two The young master came to make the prince angry, but this servant is ignorant."
Pei Yanzhou's eyes suddenly turned cold and deep.
It's like this again.
So cold that it seemed like he was free to do whatever he wanted.
As the violence in his heart gradually grew, Pei Yanzhou raised her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Since you want to be a sensible maid, then do what a maid should do."
"Your Majesty, this slave has contracted the cold..."
The voice disappeared from his lips, and Pei Yanzhou's kiss was domineering and forceful, not allowing Song Jinyin to escape in the slightest.
The medicine bowl rolled to the ground, making a crisp sound. People outside heard the movement and secretly moved away.
The lights inside the house flickered.
Song Jinyin's black hair spread out and she tried to turn her head to avoid his kiss. Pei Yanzhou noticed her intention and put her back on the couch. He then leaned forward to avoid her wounds and clasped her hands.
The hot breath hit her overwhelmingly, falling on her ears, causing a slight shiver.
Song Jinyin's eyes were moist, and all resistance was forced to stop.
Perhaps sensing her weakness, Pei Yanzhou's movements became lighter, and the kiss that fell back on his lips was a little gentler than before.
The candlelight gradually ended, and darkness replaced the light, covering the room and the two people in love.
It wasn't until the person on the bed closed his eyes that Pei Yanzhou's forbearance and restraint were released.
The person in his arms seemed to be a little uncomfortable, his brows furrowed slightly, and he made a squeaking sound.
Pei Yanzhou looked at her injured palm in the moonlight, and there were dots of red reflected under the thin white cloth.
In the night, the man's eyes were as cold as ice, and then there was a hint of confusion.
It's bright.
There was a piece of space beside Song Jinyin's body, and when her hands covered it, there was still a cool feeling.
He never stays, and every time he leaves, he leaves alone, and there is never any extra tenderness.
Song Jinyin opened her eyes and waited for a long time until she completely woke up. Then she sat up from the bed, put on her coat in a panic, and went to find Butler Wang.
"Miss Jinyin is awake."
When Butler Wang saw her coming out, he hurriedly waved behind her before she could say anything.
The boy came over with a bowl of concoction as usual.
"Girl, drink it while it's hot. The prince specifically asked Wen to be there so that the girl can drink it hot."
Song Jinyin's lips moved.
Seeing this bowl of Bizi Soup, I was relieved for a while, but felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
The wind and cold had not subsided, and her hands were injured. If she had abdominal pain, she didn't know if she could survive this late autumn.
The concoction was a bit bitter, Song Jinyin frowned, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the smell.
...
When Pei Yanzhou came back from the next day, he happened to see Song Jinyin's eyes were red from vomiting, her nose and eyes were wrinkled, and she pitifully asked Butler Wang if she could secretly bring over a plate of candies.
It had been a long time since he had seen Song Jinyin in such vivid form. When he saw her, he lost his mind and forgot to move.
It was Cang Lin who came from outside and called the crown prince when reporting, which brought him back to his thoughts.
Song Jinyin naturally heard the news.
She turned her head and looked over. Her thin body was hidden under her dress. When the breeze blew, her thin figure was revealed.
"Your Majesty."
Song Jinyin calmed down her expression, bowed politely, turned around and returned to the house.
It's like something is fading away.
Pei Yanzhou clenched the hand hanging by his side tightly, then loosened it after a moment, and left without looking at her again.
Song Jinyin never left the house again until the eldest girl Pei Wenshu broke into the yard regardless.
"You are my eldest brother, and you actually killed my maid with a stick for a cheap maid who crawled into bed, and you also sent me to the ancestral hall and broke off my marriage?"
"What's so good about that foxy girl? Let brother stand up for her, let second brother say good things for her? Brother, have you forgotten how the eldest aunt died back then? You have to ignore human relations, how can you raise this wretched servant? when?"
As soon as the words fell, the entire courtyard fell into silence.
No one dared to answer these words. Even Pei Wenshu herself was frightened for a moment and hated herself for speaking too quickly.
But the words coming out of my mouth are like water being poured out.
Pei Yanzhou's eyes became colder and colder, looking at her as if he were looking at a dead object.
Pei Wenshu's strong composure had long since dissipated. Her legs softened and she was about to fall down when she saw Song Jinyin coming out of the house and walking slowly towards her step by step.
"Big girl."
The cold voice had a hint of Pei Yanzhou, his lips were white, his face was colorless, and Song Jinyin didn't soften at all.
After bowing, Song Jinyin retreated to Pei Yanzhou's side.
Since she was mentioned, there was no reason for her to avoid it. No matter what the truth was back then, she would admit it.
But the fact that Ming Tao was killed with a stick caused a shocking wave in Song Jinyin's heart.
Over the years, many maids and slaves have died in the Duke's Mansion, but most of them were due to private scandals.
No one dared to provoke Pei Yanzhou, and he had no intention of paying attention to the noisy and trivial things in the house.
But now, Pei Yanzhou actually killed someone in the Duke's mansion.
The one who was killed was the eldest girl’s personal maid.
In the peripheral vision was Pei Yanzhou with a stern profile. The man's whole body was full of intimidating oppression, and he looked coldly at the man in front of him who spoke so freely.
Song Jinyin knew that no matter whether this man would take action or not, he was already murderous at this moment.
"Is it because yesterday's lesson was not enough to make you want to die with your maid?"
The words he spoke were merciless, and Pei Wenshu, who could only rely on the help of a maid to stand steady, turned pale.
