Chapter 11 The First Time Someone Protected Him

The rainy night was silent, and Bishuiyunju was shrouded in mist and rain.

In the hazy smoke, two silhouettes suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. The veins on the back of the hand of the maid in green clutching the lantern bulged, and beads of cold sweat slid down her pale cheeks. "Young...Miss, if someone sees this..."

"Shut up!" The woman suddenly pinched the maid's wrist, her eyes gleaming faintly in the dark night. "It's three o'clock in the morning, even the parrots under the eaves are asleep."

Seeing the maid trembling so much that she couldn't stand, the woman said harshly, "Useless thing, wait here for me..."

The figure lifted the hem of her skirt three inches and slipped into the door like a snake in the dark night. The rustling sound of rain just concealed the sound of her footsteps.

In the inner room, Chu Yangyang was leaning on the Xiangfei couch, tapping the white jade bowl with her jade fingers.

Luo Xifeng sat at the table, picked up the white porcelain cup, took a sip of tea, and glanced at Xiangfei couch from time to time with inquiring eyes.

Suddenly, there was a rustling of clothes, and the corners of Chu Yangyang's lips curled up like an icy arc, and the silver spoon on her fingertips was shining with a poisonous green light in the dark.

"My princess, you've fallen into a trap."

As Miaoyun was whispering in someone's ear, the creaking sound of a wooden cabinet opening and closing came from outside.

Then came the sound of sharp footsteps.

Chu Yangyang slowly stood up, her pomegranate skirt sweeping across the blue bricks.

She walked to the outer room, and the leading nanny came forward and said, "Princess, the man has been caught."

Looking at the twisting figure in the sack on the ground, Chu Yangyang smiled, "Hit him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the embroidered shoes of Miaoyun and several maids came down like hammers.

A cry for help came from the sack, and the smell of blood gradually seeped through the coarse cloth.

The person in the sack curled up into a ball, trying hard to break free but was bound by the sack.

At this time, Aunt Jin led the other people in the Prime Minister's Mansion and stepped in.

Chu Shiyuan was summoned by the emperor to a night banquet today and has not returned yet. As the temporary person in charge, Aunt Jin is naturally furious.

Chu Yangyang just sent someone to inform us that the mastermind behind the Guoqing Temple incident will be caught tonight.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Jin rushed over impatiently.

Jin Yi Niang held the handkerchief to her nose and laughed bitterly, "I don't know which little thief dared to frame our Prime Minister's Mansion. I deserve to give him a few more beatings to vent my anger."

Chu Yangyang turned to look at Concubine Jin, her smile like poisoned honey, "Concubine Jin is absolutely right. If it weren't for this culprit, the incident at Guoqing Temple would have brought disaster to our Prime Minister's Mansion."

Aunt Jin's eyes twitched as she smirked, "That's right, this vicious creature deserved to be stabbed to death with a single blow. But you, Yangyang, were merciful and only gave him two such blows. It was really easy for him."

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Concubine Jin actually ordered directly, "This kind of person should be killed immediately. He must have a grudge against our Prime Minister's Mansion. Keeping him alive will only lead to more trouble."

Chu Yangyang smiled calmly, looking at Jin Yi Niang with a meaningful look, "Jin Yi Niang, aren't you curious about who is in the sack? Why are you ordering him to be executed?"

Jin Yi Niang suddenly revealed a righteous and awe-inspiring look, acting like a mistress. "No matter who it is, anyone who frames my Prime Minister's Mansion will die a miserable death."

Chu Yangyang raised her beautiful eyebrows and said with a smile, "Madam Jin really has the courage of a mistress."

Luo Xifeng leaned in the dark with his arms folded across his chest, the moonlight casting a cold glaze on his profile.

He was not interested in the person in the sack on the ground, and his eyes were always glancing at Chu Yangyang.

Thinking carefully, he always felt that Chu Yangyang had changed.

However, Xiao Renyu, standing nearby, didn't think too much about it. He just stared at the person in the sack on the ground with hatred and said angrily, "You're the one behind this. Look who it is?"

Aunt Jin only then realized who had done it, and before she saw who had done it, she also said, "Let's see which bad guy it is."

Chu Yangyang lowered her head slightly, smiled faintly, and gestured to Miaoyun to open the sack.

The person in the sack seemed unwilling to be opened. He held the sack tightly and shivered.

Miao Yun raised his foot and kicked the sack hard again.

The person in the sack felt pain and had to let go.

Miao Yun took this opportunity to open the sack, revealing a blood-stained face.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Renyu frowned and stared at the person on the ground.

Aunt Jin felt that this face looked familiar, and her eyes suddenly widened, "Yao'er! Why is it you?!"

Chu Xinyao covered her face with her hands, her whole body in pain. Dozens of eyes were staring at her. She wished she could crawl into a cave at this moment.

Aunt Jin staggered over and pushed Chu Xinyao's hand away, but she didn't expect it was really her.

She then changed the subject, "It must be a misunderstanding. It couldn't have been Yao'er. Yao'er wouldn't frame the Prime Minister's Mansion for something unjust."

Chu Xinyao was a little embarrassed, but she quickly realized what was happening. She looked around, but her father hadn't come. Then her voice became a little higher, "Mom, it's not me. I didn't do anything. I just came to visit my sister. I don't know why I was suddenly put in a sack and beaten."

Chu Yangyang's smile widened as she taunted him, "Sister, you're quite amusing. You chose the dead of night to come visit me, sneaked in, took my things, and then left. Is this your etiquette as a guest?"

Chu Xinyao knew her explanation was untenable, but without any actual evidence, she justified herself, "Anyway, I just came to visit my sister. You can't arbitrarily accuse me."

Aunt Jin said in a panic, "That's right, you don't have any evidence, so how can you say that Yao'er did it?"

Chu Yangyang didn't argue much. She bent down and picked up the evidence that had been thrown aside by the chaos.

"You sneaked into my room in the middle of the night just to get this, right?"

Chu Yangyang waved the oil paper bag in her hand and slowly opened it, revealing a pile of gray carbon powder.

Chu Xinyao was anxious and reached out to grab it.

The chalcedony that Luo Xifeng was playing with in the dark suddenly flew out and hit Chu Xinyao in the knee. She immediately collapsed like a puppet with broken strings, and her hair scattered like a black waterfall.

She looked fiercely towards where Qingyu came from, and saw Luo Xifeng leaning against the wall, with a casual expression. He didn't even look at her, but his tone was cold, "Let the princess finish first."

Chu Xinyao was beaten and was full of anger. Seeing Luo Xifeng, who had no background and relied on her beauty to enter the officialdom, she suddenly felt like steam boiling in a closed pot, finally finding a crack, and she couldn't wait to break out.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She reached out and wiped it off, angrily saying, "Luo Xifeng, you lowly fellow, what qualifications do you have to butt in here? Did you hit me with the bluestone?"

Just as he finished speaking, a noisy gust of wind blew in from the door.

"Luo Xifeng, you lowly slave, how dare you hurt my sister!"