As soon as her hand touched Luo Shenyuan's sleeve, she knew that Lord Luo was still watching her. The bathroom was small, and his presence was everywhere. She became more and more nervous, and her hands were shaking.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her, then took her hand away. Luo Shenyuan asked calmly, "I remember you're new here, right? Didn't the madam ask you to serve in the kitchen?"

"I've been here a few days to serve Madam." Hua Rong lowered her head. When she touched him, her palm felt numb. Remembering that everyone was surrounding Madam when she came over just now, she hurriedly said, "Madam, she's busy looking at the account books, so she doesn't have time."

It seemed as if to prove that he had been brought to the wife's side to serve her.

"You get out." Luo Shenyuan raised his hand to straighten his sleeves.

Hua Rong didn't expect him to refuse. Her face turned pale and she looked up in disappointment. She... wasn't she pretty enough?

"Your Excellency...your coat..."

"Get out!" Luo Shenyuan suddenly said coldly.

Hua Rong felt as if she had been poured with a basin of cold water, her whole body was chilled, and a strong sense of shame surged up.

Luo Shenyuan straightened his sleeves and left the bathroom.

The maid guarding the study door saw Luo Shenyuan coming and her face was not very good. She was even nervous: "Sir... the mistress is settling accounts in there!"

Luo Shenyuan walked straight into the study, and his attendants sent the old woman who was guarding him away. Yi Ning looked up when she heard the noise and saw Luo Shenyuan standing in front of her with a cold face. She asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you..."

"Everyone, step back." Luo Shenyuan took the account book on the desk and said lightly.

The maids and servants in the room looked at each other in bewilderment. They hadn't yet finished their accounts, but they didn't dare to disobey the Third Young Master. They retreated and closed the door. Luo Yining stood up and continued to ask, "What's going on in the court?"

The third brother was a man of few words. If she didn't ask, he wouldn't take the initiative to talk about what happened in the court. If he was willing to talk, Yi Ning would still be willing to listen.

Who knew that as soon as she stood up, Luo Shenyuan put down the account book in his hand and said, "Yining, did you just call a maid to serve me?"

Luo Yining was confused by his sudden words: "No, what girl went to serve you?"

Luo Shenyuan pondered for a moment, then realized that the girl was lying. Instead, he smiled.

When it came to her, he was so irrational that he didn't even carefully distinguish between truth and falsehood. Perhaps it was because he didn't feel safe, afraid that she would be snatched away by someone else, afraid that she wouldn't care about him.

"It's okay, I'll handle it." Luo Shenyuan said lightly.

"No, tell me which girl went to serve you!" Yining wanted to find out. "How else can I control you?"

Luo Shenyuan walked in front of her, bent down and kissed her forehead: "Don't worry about it, I will take care of it."

The kiss was warm, yet extremely cold.

Then he turned and walked out of the study.

*

When Luo Yining woke up the next day, she heard that Huarong, the maid she had recently taken into the kitchen, had been caught having an affair with a servant the previous night. The guards, not recognizing her, mistook her for a thief and had her beaten to death with clubs.

When Madam Fan came in to report to her, her face was pale. "Madam, he's no longer human... I had someone wrap him up in a straw mat and throw him into the mass grave. Tell me, which guard would be so cruel..."

When she went to Lin Hairu's place, she also told her about this.

When Luo Chengzhang found out, his face turned cold. His daughter-in-law would never do such a harsh hand. It must have been his good son Luo Shenyuan. The girl must have offended him, otherwise he would not have intervened. When he intervened, he was always ruthless.

This was done for him to see and warn him not to interfere in his affairs.

Luo Chengzhang, contrary to his usual behavior, did not even ask about the cause of the girl's death. He simply replied, "Since she's gone, then she's gone."

Luo Shenyuan returned from court and was taking off his court robes when Yi Ning asked him, "Third brother, did you know that the girl named Hua Rong died..."

"Well, is he dead?" he asked calmly.

Yi Ning helped him untie the jade leather belt and continued to ask, "The girl you mentioned yesterday who was going to serve you, is she the one?"

Luo Shenyuan continued to untie the laces of his court robes: "I'll take care of this matter and that's it. If she hadn't used your name yesterday, I wouldn't be so angry."

That girl must have really pissed him off yesterday.

Yi Ning touched his hand and suddenly felt a chill in her fingertips. "So you ordered someone to...beat her to death?"

Luo Shenyuan smiled and said, "Of course not. I just gave an order. Those people were so brutal that I didn't even know they beat her to death. Well, father won't send any more girls to you in the future."

He hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"

Without his instructions, would the people under him dare to take such heavy-handed actions?

That girl deserved to die, Yi Ning knew. But she sometimes felt that her third brother was extremely cruel in his actions.

"No, there's nothing I should be afraid of." She felt a little stiff in his tall arms. The longer they were together, the more she would be exposed to his other side.

Instead, she turned sideways, stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, where his stubble was a bit prickly.

Luo Shenyuan hugged this warm little body, and his dry heart was always warmed. She rarely kissed him, and whenever this happened, he hoped that she would take the initiative to get close to her.

It feels great.

*

It was already past two o'clock, and the servants had replaced the cold tea with hot tea. A white porcelain cup and saucer were gently placed on the rosewood. Lu Jiaxue glanced sideways and felt that there was something wrong with Wang Yuan. The tea sets and bowls in his household were all thin-walled white porcelain.

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