The door was closed, and the room felt like entering an ice cellar.
The dusk clouds in the sky have not yet faded, but the lights in the corridor are already shining with dazzling light, shining in through the windows, like soft gauze, trying to diffuse the coldness in one place after another.
The man in front of him leaned forward slightly and stopped. His dark pupils gradually dispersed and became sharp, and the darkness was covered up. He just looked at the stunned girl on the bed.
Song Jinyin tried her best to meet his gaze.
For a moment, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of the young man buried deep in his heart. He was cold and proud, but when he entered the water to save her, his eyes were as bright as stars.
It wasn't until Pei Yanzhou's fingertips gently touched the bruise, and the gentle caressing made her feel a little overwhelmed, that her thoughts were completely interrupted.
"Why didn't someone call me from the front?"
The hoarse voice fell into my ears with a softness, but this softness made people feel uneasy.
After a long time, Song Jinyin came back to her senses and smiled.
"It's okay. The prince's injury is getting better?"
The room was quiet for a moment, and then he spoke softly for a long time.
"It won't get better."
The lightly touching fingertips finally stopped. The man's eyes fell on a circle of red marks and fingerprints on her chin, and the torn corner of his eyes closed again.
He became the extremely sinister Pei Yanzhou again, and there was still a strong possessive look under his dark eyes.
Looking away, the man stood up straight, his tall body blocking the light behind her, shrouding her whole body in shadow.
"Go to bed first, I'll come back later."
Without saying much, Pei Yanzhou turned and left.
Thinking of his pale face, Song Jinyin felt a sense of worry in her heart. Although she guessed that Pei Yanzhou would not tolerate such a provocation, she never thought that he would come so quickly.
She called Sister Biyu, and it wasn't until someone pushed the door open that she calmed down.
"Sister, the crown prince..."
"Don't worry, the prince went to the study. Just now Xuan Yi said that the prince's fever has subsided, and he can still go to the study to do errands. It should be nothing serious."
Hearing this, Song Jinyin breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she had more plans than before, her worried heart never really died.
It's just that this night is not stable.
The person on the bed had beads of sweat on his forehead, wetting his cheeks and black hair little by little. His closed eyes swayed slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up at any moment.
The dream was pitch black and there was nothing, but it was precisely this darkness that made it impossible for people to find a way out.
Until there was a shrill scream, and the eager Song Jinyin suddenly opened her eyes.
Biyu stood outside and hurriedly approached when she heard the noise. Before she could say anything to comfort her, she saw Song Jinyin grabbing her hand, her cheeks clinging to one spot with sweat beads.
"Sister Biyu, did you hear the sound?"
"There was no sound, but you were sleeping?"
Biyu sat down on her bed and wiped the moisture from her forehead with a handkerchief.
Although she didn't know how long it would take to guard Song Jinyin, looking at the person on the bed with a pale face and frightened eyes, she actually felt some pity.
"Didn't you hear the sound... Then I was probably dreaming."
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and looked at the mattress, her heartbeat gradually calmed down.
The lights outside seemed to be turned off quite a bit, and the cold moonlight took over, filling the house instead of the lights.
"Has sister been watching over me? At this hour, sister should go to rest."
"It doesn't matter, I'll keep watch for another half hour."
Song Jinyin didn't agree, but she wanted to persuade her again, but then she thought of Pei Yanzhou's face, and thought that if she really forced the person down, it would only be Sister Biyu who would be punished.
"Then sister, stay inside, it's warm inside."
Patting the mattress on the bed, Song Jinyin looked at the person in front of her with a smile.
...
Under the calm night, it was indeed not as peaceful as Song Jinyin imagined.
Pei Yanzhou, dressed in black clothes, stood in the courtyard of the Duke of Guo. However, the people in the main room were still lying in the concubine's room. The only people in front of him were the few servants who had followed him to Zhuya Courtyard during the day.
Next to him was Xuan Er, and Pei Yanzhou took the tea brewed by the maid without haste, listening to the begging for mercy from below.
The tea surface is filled with mist.
Pei Yanzhou lowered his eyebrows and took a sip. His handsome face was looming in the mist, and only the coldness around him spread everywhere.
"Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, please spare your life! I just followed the Duke's instructions and followed him to the Imperial Courtyard! Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I will definitely not dare to step into Zhuya Courtyard again!"
Perhaps the tea had lost some of its flavor, and Pei Yanzhou was a little dissatisfied. He let go of his hand holding the lid of the cup and let it shatter to the ground.
"Do you think the people in my courtyard are good-looking?"
When the boy heard this question, he didn't know what he meant and was stunned for a long time.
Until I remembered his restless hand holding Song Jinyin's chin when he finished strangling her, my heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and my whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.
When lust gets the better of you, it's probably going to be over.
"Please, please be kind to the prince, I don't dare to touch the prince's people, I just, just..."
"I just touched someone I shouldn't have touched."
Pei Yanzhou spoke calmly, raised his hand, and the hot tea poured down.
Screams sounded, Xuan Er raised his hand, and the attendant next to him stepped forward and blocked the boy's mouth.
"Cut off his hand... Where is the Duke, he's not up yet?"
The man seemed a little impatient, and looked at the other people beside him who were so frightened that they were trembling and dared not say anything. The tea cup fell to the ground, and the man sneered, took the handkerchief and wiped his hands.
When the Duke came with an angry look, he only saw his son, whom he was not close to, under the moonlit stone steps, standing in the shadows with his hands behind his back, like the king of hell in charge of life and death, and the chill all over his body could not be underestimated.
There was a pool of blood on the ground next to him. The Duke frowned, and along with what happened in the court, his anger surged.
The more valued his son is now, the faster he will retreat in the future. In the end, only the empty viscount title of Duke Guo will be left.
But at the last moment, he couldn't let go.
Moreover, his son was not attracted by him. He never took him seriously. Even in court, he did not know how to restrain himself. He seemed to want to overpower him.
He had to find some things to think about so that he could remember his identity as a son, but several times in a row, his son didn't seem to take it to heart.
Thinking of this, the Duke's face turned pale. He was not the only son, but Pei Yanzhou's ancestral family was still alive, so he was helpless in doing anything.
"Treason!"
As soon as he walked in, the Duke of Guo became furious. He looked at him and pointed at the row of people kneeling on the ground, "You are crazy! You rushed into the elders' courtyard like this and did whatever you wanted. Are you really not afraid that I will kill you for my own righteousness?" Ben, did you lose your official position?!"
When Pei Yanzhou saw him coming, he didn't get angry because of his words. Instead, he called the Duke of the country with interest, and then raised his hand.
Before the words dissipated, the long sword flashed with cold light.
Several people who went to Zhuya Courtyard to show off their power today died instantly.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made the maid serving the Duke's side feel a surge in her stomach. She ignored the rules and rushed to the side.
The servants all over the courtyard were trembling, and they did not dare to take another look at the ruthless man in the courtyard, as well as the cold and solemn attendants beside him.
When Pei Yanzhou gave the order in front of the servants' room last time, some of them only saw the blood on the ground and nothing else.
Now that the bloody light appeared in front of him, everyone seemed to have lost half of their souls, and they were so scared that they couldn't even make a sound to beg for mercy.
...
In Zhuya Courtyard, Song Jinyin, who was becoming more and more awake, had completely lost her sleepiness.
She looked outside and saw Biyu, who had just gone out to change the hot water for her, turned back with a heavy expression on her face.
"What's wrong, Sister Biyu?"
"I'm afraid the prince won't come here today, so it's better for me to rest early."
"But what happened?"
Not long after Song Jinyin let go, her brows and eyes wrinkled slightly again, her heartbeat was a little fast, and her hands on the mattress also curled up.
"The prince killed many people in the Duke's courtyard. Different from the punishments of the past few days, this time, there was a bit of a big fuss."
"Killing people in the Duke's courtyard?"
Song Jinyin was suddenly shocked.
That was his father's courtyard, and there were usually some disagreements. If such a bloody confrontation were known to others, I don't know how many people would poke his spine.
Obviously, according to Pei Yanzhou's character, he should just find an excuse to let others explore what he wanted to explore. How could he take action directly at this time?
"Is the prince okay? Has the old lady passed?"
"If you want to know so much, why not ask me directly."
The man stepped into the house from the corridor, the chill still lingering on his body, and the smell of blood blew in the wind.
Seeing the worry on her face, Pei Yanzhou smiled lightly, as if he didn't care.
