The little girl who was thrown into the pool was flopping around, her face bobbing in the water, and she was about to expire.
Ye Wanqiu picked up the dried fruits unhurriedly, and while chatting with Pei Wenshu, he looked at the embarrassed people in the pool from time to time, bursting into chuckles.
"The maids in your house may look weak, but they are actually very strong. They all have a hard life and are hard to die."
"If sister Wan Qiu doesn't want to see her struggle, I'll just have someone tie a stone to her body."
"That's not necessary."
Ye Wanqiu glanced at the man with his head lowered not far away intentionally or unintentionally. When his chin was raised slightly, the viciousness in his eyes flashed, "Sink directly, but it will kill someone."
Song Jinyin stood at the side without moving her gaze.
Ye Wanqiu's pointed sneer fell into his ears, and in his peripheral vision was the little girl with a pale face in the pool.
Even Zi Rong turned her head away due to bad luck, trying to avoid the swollen body that was dying, but Song Jinyin remained indifferent.
She just stood facing the pool. As long as she wanted to, she could clearly see the movement there even without raising her eyes.
At the last moment, Biyu's figure finally appeared on the other side.
The person who followed her was not Lingqiao, but Aunt Fu.
"Someone is coming."
Ye Wanqiu looked at Pei Wenshu and smiled, then turned to Song Jinyin.
"It's just that it seems like this person can't be saved. Song Jinyin, are you afraid?"
"This slave doesn't understand what Miss Ye means."
"not understand?"
Ye Wanqiu took a few steps closer. He originally wanted to stop by her ear and say a few words to her, but the tip of his nose was entangled with a very light fragrance.
It's not like the balm used by women, and it doesn't even smell like something that ordinary people can afford.
Her eyes suddenly darkened, and no one else would have such a fragrance except Pei Yanzhou.
Thinking that they were so close that even Xu Youyi could not step on the person under his feet, Ye Wanqiu's hands in his sleeves became harder and harder.
"This person wouldn't have died originally. If you hadn't pretended to be noble and cold-blooded, she might have survived. Speaking of which, Song Jinyin, she died because of you."
Ye Wanqiu looked at her and said slowly: "When you wake up from your dream at midnight, don't think about paying for her with your life."
When she stepped back, Song Jinyin felt the eyes from behind, with undisguised provocation, falling on her unscrupulously.
But she didn't feel any trouble at all.
It wasn't until Biyu went to hold her hand that she felt the coldness of her palm. Even when she touched her forearm, she could see a subtle frown between her eyebrows.
"injured?"
"No."
Song Jinyin came back to her senses, used her other hand to straighten her cuffs, put her backhand on Biyu's hand, and curved her slightly white lips, "Let's go back to the hospital. I've been out for too long today, and I have to trouble Sister Biyu to carry my back." Apply medicine."
Biyu looked at her carefully, pursed her lips and did not speak again.
There was the sound of salvage coming from behind. She noticed Song Jinyin's slightly shaking shoulders and her increasingly pale face, and couldn't help but look back.
And this time, he happened to meet Ye Wanqiu who was about to turn around, and saw clearly the vague sarcasm on the corner of her lips.
After returning to the house, Song Jinyin lay down on the bed, letting the small clothes lift up her back, catching the coolness.
Her eyes were distant and she didn't know where she was looking until Biyu finished applying the medicine for her.
"Would you like to rest for a while?"
"Okay...I'll bother you, sister."
Song Jinyin did not lose her composure along the way, except for her face which looked a little pale.
Looking at her at this moment, others only thought she was blowing the cold wind, but Biyu knew that her hand hidden in her sleeve had never let go.
...
When Pei Yanzhou returned home, Song Jinyin had already fallen asleep.
The scabbed wound began to become red and itchy, and it was unbearable for her to wake up, so she closed her eyes early.
Due to Pei Yanzhou's long stay, there were more items in the room than before. However, when Pei Yanzhou pushed the door open, he still saw the embroidered picture on the table at a glance.
This seems to be the only thing that belongs to Song Jinyin wherever you look.
He was stunned for a moment, remembering that he habitually came to her house after dark, and he felt a little irritated.
Before leaving, he still went to the bed to take a look.
The person in the quilt seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, with a look of pain on his brows, tears swirling in his long eyelashes, and his teeth biting his thin lips, as if a drowning person was desperately trying to escape.
Pei Yanzhou stopped when he was about to leave. He bent down, pushed away the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead, and put his hand against her lips.
It wasn't until the force loosened and a tooth mark appeared on his lips that his movements became gentler.
Maybe his hand brought a bit of coolness, and Song Jinyin gradually loosened her tension. Even when he retracted his hand, he suddenly stretched out his arms, trying to keep the coolness.
And it was at this moment, under the burning light, that Pei Yanzhou saw the bruises on her forearm.
It's not too much, but her skin is fair and a little bit is enough to shock people.
Outside the house, Butler Wang just rushed over from the study.
In the corner, Biyu looked at Cang Lin, her eyes were not as soft as they were towards Song Jinyin during the day, and her words were as cold as her face.
"I didn't ask whether the maid died in the end, but that girl from the Ye family must not be a light-hearted person."
"You don't really have to worry so much."
Cang Lin looked down at her, lowering his voice for fear of disturbing the people in the room.
"She is just a slave. The master will not let you stay here forever. As for the prince's concubine entering the house in the future... the prince will not let himself put too much thought on Song Jinyin. Once this matter is over, you should not I will accompany her in this capacity again, so why not just treat it as a normal errand and don’t pay too much attention to the people on the errand."
"You all think so?"
Biyu raised her head to meet his gaze, suddenly feeling a little sorry for Song Jinyin.
Everyone said that Song Jinyin was too stubborn, always getting hurt from time to time, but still unwilling to bow her head.
But Biyu only saw a thin and frail little girl carrying things alone, not noisy or making a fuss, just quietly looking for a way to survive, just like today.
"I don't think I don't care about people."
Biyu looked at Cang Lin stubbornly, not knowing whether to tell herself or the man in front of her.
"I didn't say that I don't have a girl in my heart. What I said is that there are always trade-offs in everything. The future and the country are destined to make me not spend too much thought on women, especially when someone comes into the backyard. There can be no favoritism..."
Before he finished speaking, the door in front was opened. Pei Yanzhou's expression was unclear, only his eyes were dark and deep.
"What happened during the day?"
Butler Wang glanced at Biyu and saw that she probably couldn't explain clearly, so he took two steps forward and recounted what happened during the day.
"So, that maid is dead?"
Butler Wang nodded with a complicated expression.
This girl from the Ye family is still a little too lawless.
"When she wakes up tomorrow, there is no need to let her know about the death of that maid."
Pei Yanzhou looked at the darkness in the courtyard and spoke after a long while.
Others thought she was cold-hearted and didn't care, but her tears in her dream just now seemed to be soaking the pillow, which made him even more upset.
