The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Su Youqing calmed down for a moment, packed her clothes in silence, and hurried back to the room along the path.
Wu Ling, the maid who was cleaning the thick snow in front of the courtyard, saw her returning empty-handed, so she couldn't help but put down her broom and followed her in.
"Miss, didn't you go get some wine?"
Yes, she originally went to get wine.
The sudden death of the old city lord caused chaos in the mansion. The eldest son of the Wei family is out on patrol and won't be back for a while. Of the remaining two, one has a broken leg and is useless, and the other is out to pick up guests. Although she has not yet passed the door, she has become the person who must stay behind in front of the old city lord's soul.
The three grandsons of the Wei family are young, but their mouths are very fierce. In order to avoid it, she offered to get the wine for the memorial ceremony.
But who would have thought that as soon as he opened the door, he would be dragged in.
Thinking of that man's domineering occupation, her body couldn't help but tremble.
"What's wrong, miss?"
"It's okay," Su Youqing reluctantly suppressed her emotions, "I didn't get the wine. There should be some in the kitchen. Get some quickly. If you wait too long, those people will scold them again."
Wu Ling knew how annoying the grandsons of the old city lord were when they made trouble, so he immediately stepped down.
After she left, Su Youqing dared to walk in front of the candlelight. The image of herself in the mirror was even more embarrassing than she imagined. Under her collarbone, there was a large bruise and bruise like a strong wind passing through. The newly made skirt was torn and stained with blood.
She took a deep breath, held back her tears, took off her dress and threw it into an empty basin, tipping over the candlestick and burning it to ashes.
*
At the same time, in the Haoyue Hall, the woman's screams echoed in the cold wind.
"Little prince, she did it."
Shen Xinglou, who was sitting on a soft chair, said "hmm". The indulgence just now made him feel uneasy for a moment. If it weren't for the wet eyes of the soft girl in his arms and the soft begging voice, he would have really wanted to wrap her back and have all the fun tonight.
His mouth was dry, he put his fingers on his forehead and rubbed it: "How should I say it?"
"She said she was jealous of Su Youqing and didn't want her to marry Wei Xingzhao, so she lit Qimengxiang in the wine room to lure you and Su Youqing there."
Shen Xinglou chuckled.
The faint laughter gave Yun Yi goose bumps.
No need to give further instructions, Yun Yi turned around and gestured to the executioner to continue.
This kind of rhetoric can deceive others, but it is too shallow to deceive others.
How could he dare to plot against him if he was just a lowly servant girl?
The screams outside gradually stopped. Yun Yi watched for a moment, then turned around and asked for instructions: "Little prince, that woman has a weak body. If you continue to beat me, the Wei family..."
Shen Xinglou smiled sarcastically, took out the impromptu jade butterfly from his sleeve, played with it in the palm of his hand, and said casually: "The maid in Wei Mansion doesn't know how high the sky is, but when she knew that Xiao Wang was temporarily staying in the manor, she had the audacity to come and crawl on the bed. , Xiao Wang couldn't tolerate this bastard thing, so he simply took care of her and cleaned up the Wei family and straightened the family tradition."
Yun Yi was startled, secretly thinking that his master's ability to confuse right and wrong was becoming more and more perfect.
When he noticed a sharp light coming from him, he said loudly without thinking, "The young prince is right!" and continued his instructions.
Where Yun Yi couldn't see it, Shen Xinglou quietly pointed the jade butterfly in his hand at the burning candle.
On the butterfly wings, two words quietly appeared:
Yue, Yao.
A hundred kinds of feelings surged through my heart at once.
Thinking of those clear and innocent almond eyes, Shen Xinglou's eyes deepened.
Her thin lips parted slightly, and she murmured silently: "It is indeed you."
