In the Shangshu Mansion, Jun Yan's face was gloomy, but Li Gu was not afraid of Jun Yan's identity as a prince at all. He sat upright on the throne without saying a word.
In the center of the study, a servant in coarse linen clothes was kneeling. It was he who shouted and called the crowd to watch the "Wild Mandarin Ducks" show.
But at this moment, he was in a very miserable state. He kept knocking his head and shouting, "Master, spare me, spare me."
"I really didn't expect that it was His Highness in that room!"
"Otherwise, even if I had eight hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous."
His crown had been broken by his own knock. In the silent study, the only sound was the muffled sound of his head hitting the floor. Blood flowed down his face, and even the wooden board was stained with dark red blood.
The boy seemed to be unaware of the pain and didn't dare to stop at all.
She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, she would be beaten to death like Shaoyao who climbed into the third prince's bed, without even being able to say a last word.
However, Li Gu, who was sitting in the upper seat, remained silent, and Jun Yan, who was sitting in the lower seat, also remained silent.
In the closed study, the smell of blood grew stronger.
Seeing that this trick didn't work, the servant knelt down and crawled to Jun Yan's side: "Your Highness, please be kind and save my life."
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, please save me, Your Highness..."
Jun Yan, whose trouser leg was pulled, was not a kind person at all. He kicked the boy out with one foot, sneered, and said sarcastically:
"What do you want me to do?"
"You are a servant in the Shangshu Mansion. It is neither moral nor rational for this prince to interfere with how the Shangshu decides to punish you."
Jun Yan did not show any mercy when he kicked the servant. Seeing that the task was not completed and the servant had stirred up trouble, how could he have a pleasant expression?
If he hadn't taken into consideration that this was the Shangshu Mansion, he would have drawn his sword and stabbed the servant through.
What a bunch of people who are more likely to cause trouble than to do anything good.
The young man was kicked in the chest by Jun Yan, and one of his left ribs was broken. He fell to the ground, raised his head and vomited blood.
His body twitched slightly and he was breathing heavily.
A feeling of relief at having snatched his life back from the clutches of Hades made him clutch his chest, enduring the severe pain. He looked at the Third Prince, who had kindly asked for his help earlier, with shock in his eyes.
How could the third prince in front of him be such a person who would destroy the bridge after crossing it and abandon the donkey after it has served its purpose?
He had clearly promised himself that, regardless of success or failure, he would speak well of him in front of the master and save his life, but now he had an attitude that looked like he wanted to chop him into pieces...
In the study, Li Gu remained silent.
The servant also realized that he had become an abandoned child in front of the Third Prince, so he struggled to crawl towards Li Gu, begging desperately as he crawled:
"Master, please spare my life. Considering how dedicated I have been to serving you over the years, I promise not to spread what happened today..."
The servant wanted to ask Li Gu to spare his life by playing the victim, but who would have thought that the next moment, a cold, hard object hit his face.
The servant was hit so hard that he fell silent for a moment. He groped around with his hands and looked carefully, then he saw the pitch-black dagger in his hand.
"The Shangshu Mansion doesn't support traitors. You should end your life now."
Li Gu's words made the servant's face turn pale, and he didn't give Jun Yan any face at all.
In his opinion, even if his daughter Manqing really married Jun Yan, he could not deploy the people in the mansion at will.
Not to mention that he and Manqing haven't gotten married yet, but she's so eager to use his identity to plot against people in his house.
How could such a good thing happen? If this really happened as he wished, what would spread tomorrow would probably not only be the rumor that the scholar had an affair with the maid, but also the rumor that his Shangshu Mansion did not discipline her strictly.
The servant's hands began to tremble. He threw the dagger aside and kowtowed again to beg for mercy.
Jun Yan seemed a little annoyed by the crying and shouting. He stood up, picked up the dagger that the servant had thrown away, pulled out the blade, and gestured twice in front of his eyes.
There was madness in his eyes.
Li Gu took in the whole scene, as if he had guessed what Jun Yan was going to do. He did not say anything, but closed his eyes slightly, tapped the table with his fingers slightly bent.
The servant kneeling on the ground breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, thinking that his plea for mercy had worked, but he had no time to express his gratitude.
There was a sharp pain in the back, which even went straight through the chest.
The servant looked at his chest in disbelief, and saw the blood-stained blade tearing through his clothes.
He raised his hand tremblingly and tried to touch it to see if it was real.
But just as the servant's fingers touched the blade and he felt the residual heat of the blood, Jun Yan behind him pulled out the dagger extremely quickly.
The blood from the blade splattered everywhere instantly, and some even fell on Jun Yan's face.
Jun Yan's eyes suddenly turned crazy again, and he stabbed the dagger into the servant's heart without hesitation. He pulled it out again, stabbed it in again, pulled it out again, and stabbed it in again...
Jun Yan couldn't count how many times he had stabbed until Li Gu said in disgust: "Enough!"
"Your Highness, are you still going to make trouble?"
With a questioning tone, he pulled Jun Yan back to his senses a little, threw the dagger to the ground, and chuckled, as if it was just an ordinary thing:
"What are you talking about, Lord Shangshu? This prince is just cleaning up the mess for you, Lord Shangshu. How can you be so agitated?"
But the servant was already dead at this time. There were at least seven or eight holes in his chest that were visible to the naked eye and blood was constantly oozing out.
The dead boy's mouth was slightly open, his fingers were gripping the ground tightly, his legs were bent, and he looked like he was about to crawl into a corner.
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