Grandma Fu seemed puzzled, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt enlightened.
"What does the old lady mean, is Song Jinyin dragging the injury on purpose, just to wait for the prince to show some mercy?"
"Yes and no."
The old lady entered the room, and Lingqiao came over to take off her cloak, "How much pity does Yan Zhou have for her? It would be better to say that he is soft-hearted, and she used this to show her loyalty."
"She knew very well what Yan Zhou valued, so she simply cut off her retreat from me."
"Originally, if she had cried to me that day and used her life experience to plead for mercy, I might not have changed my mind and let her suffer less. But in that case, it would be extremely difficult for her to seek protection, and she would still do so in the future. We have to face the same thing, after all, others have already extended their hands into my courtyard in order to harm her."
"But now, as long as nothing else irritates Yan Zhou, she can at least be stable for a while."
After the old lady's voice fell, the room became quiet for a while.
Grandma Fu couldn't help but shook her head. Speaking of which, Song Jinyin was a few months younger than the eldest girl, but her kind-heartedness was incomparable to that of the eldest girl.
"It's also the old lady who is kind."
Aunt Fu signaled Lingqiao to bring the medicine to replenish her body, and stretched out her hand to beat the old lady's legs. "If the old lady hadn't finally softened her heart that day, Song Jinyin would have lost her life until the prince came back, even if she wanted to gamble again."
"That's not necessarily true. Her tenacity is hard to match by others."
The old lady's fierceness faded away, and her face stained by time showed a little fatigue, "Well, according to what you said, these things will be taken care of by the imperial concubine in the future. It's just that Yan Zhou's backyard will be stable in the future. If someone else is born, Of course, I will not leave life and death in her own hands like last time."
"That's what the old lady said."
Grandma Fu sighed in her heart. Seeing that the old lady was half-closing her eyes as if she was about to take a nap, fearing that she would miss the cooked medicine, she picked something happy and spoke again.
"Speaking of which, the second young master is really thinking about the old lady. He went out on errands and remembered to send a letter back to buy the old lady new clothes for the New Year."
Speaking of Pei Jinzhi's matter, the tiredness on the old lady's face disappeared a lot, and she showed a happy smile.
...
The old lady finally calmed down, and in the Zhuya Courtyard on the other side, everyone's thoughts were focused on the prince's injury.
No one noticed that the Duke of Guo, who had seen the crown prince, went to Song Jinyin's house.
The boy kicked the door open and grabbed the man off the bed.
Song Jinyin was still awake and was only aroused by the pain in her body. She frowned and looked around, but she didn't see Biyu, so she had to make calculations in her mind.
The man coming was very aggressive, and he was afraid that he would have to suffer some physical pain. However, she would not suffer this trouble in vain again.
After regaining her composure, Song Jinyin looked at the person standing at the front.
In fact, she rarely saw the Duke.
From the moment she was first sent to the house, she could feel that the arrogant Pei family elder in the eyes of outsiders didn't like her, and even treated her like a piece of grass. He couldn't even say he didn't like her.
Of course, she doesn't like this guy either.
It was rare for her to hate others, but she never wanted to get close to this man who used force and plunder in private.
Later she entered Zhuyayuan and rarely met this man.
The few times I was looked at by him made me feel as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling uneasy and uncomfortable.
Also at this moment.
Song Jinyin was lifted from the bed and pressed to the ground, facing the Duke of Guo's almost sinister look.
"I slept peacefully. Your mother didn't sell you to Yan Zhouyuan just for you to live such a happy life."
"I don't know what the Duke means by this."
“It’s okay not to understand.”
The visitor sat on the stool brought out by the boy and glanced at the small room.
"What happened a few days ago, if Yan Zhou hadn't rushed back, you might have been thrown into a mass grave and eaten by wild animals until you were left with only bones. Even today, if Yan Zhou fell down, you could be killed at any time. If you take your life, no one can protect you."
"But since you have some relationship with the Liu family, I can think of a way out for you, and even give you the identity of a girl from a wealthy family."
Song Jinyin bit her lip tightly. The wounds on her body were severely stretched by the boy's detention, but she did not intend to talk to the Duke.
Give her the identity of a girl from a wealthy family, and no ghost will believe it.
Others may not be able to see clearly what is going on, but she has been by Pei Yanzhou's side for many years, so she can naturally see clearly the true relationship between their father and son.
Not to mention how she would bow to someone she hates.
Since she had already made a desperate move and would not even take the old lady's path, she would not abandon Pei Yanzhou at this time and take the path of the Duke.
The person in front of her was irritated by her expression and gestured to force her to raise her head.
The boy who was holding her had a fierce look on his face, as if he wanted to take credit, and he used all his strength to pinch her and drag her forward.
There was even a hint of lewd sizing in the eyes of the Duke, who had his back turned.
"Yan Zhou is my legitimate son. Even if the position of son is replaced by another person, there must be no one beside him who can harm the face of my Pei family. If you know something, with your appearance, I will I can send you to the backyards of those high-ranking officials so that you can enjoy endless glory and wealth."
"Prosperity and wealth?"
"Yes, as long as you do things for my Pei family, I will send you to the palace. Think about it carefully."
Song Jinyin was pinched by the neck, her vision began to blur, and her body felt extremely uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
The person who harmed the Pei family's face should be him, the Duke of the country.
"I'm afraid, it won't work... I am the heir of the throne. Even if I am rejected, there is absolutely no reason to seek refuge with others."
Song Jinyin spent a lot of energy to spit out these few words.
But even though the words were tragic, there was an uncontrollable smile on her lips.
Speaking of which, she would like to thank the Duke for coming to such a trip.
The slender neck looked particularly fragile in the boy's hands, as if that person could end Song Jinyin's life in this world with just a little more force.
"You have a tough mouth."
The Duke's face became a little more impatient.
He had no intention of sending him away at this time. On this trip, in addition to beating the son, he also wanted to see what the girl was thinking. If she was willing to bow her head, it would be convenient to send him away then.
Song Jinyin's face turned red due to her neck being strangled, and she couldn't even care about the pain in her back. Only her eyes covered by long eyelashes were filled with burning gaze.
She wouldn't go through this in vain.
Not long after, Butler Wang hurried over with his people, but the Duke didn't care when he saw the visitor. He only raised his hand to signal the boy to let him go.
The disgusting hand slid across her face, and the boy even pinched her chin hard, pretending not to care.
Before getting up, the Duke glanced at Song Jinyin again, and then strode out.
Butler Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then the cold wind blew, making him shiver again.
He suppressed his emotions and looked at others, showing his usual dignity: "Where is Biyu? Go help the girl up quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Biyu hurried over with a food box. When she saw the movement in the door, her face darkened, knowing that she must be in trouble.
"Don't worry, Miss Jinyin, I'll have someone stay at your place."
Butler Wang glanced at Biyu, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and then looked back at Song Jinyin in front of him.
"No need to bother."
Song Jinyin held on to her clarity and smiled weakly.
"I asked Miss Biyu to take care of the medicine for me, and this matter... After all, he is the Duke of the country, so there is no need to let the Crown Prince know about it. It's just that the Crown Prince is here, so I can't go there first. Really It’s... I can’t hold it any longer.”
These words inevitably sounded a little sad, especially since the little girl in front of him still looked shaky.
Trapped in a quagmire, everyone wants to live, but everyone can only be cautious.
Biyu put down her things and came over to help the person.
Only then did Butler Wang clearly see the dazzling bruises on Song Jinyin's neck, which spread all the way to her chin.
He couldn't help but take a breath of air, and suddenly hated his body for being too healthy.
If he was also seriously ill, he probably wouldn't have encountered what he was seeing.
