Their breaths mingled, and Song Ting's face revealed undisguised desires of greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment.
He held Huaiyue's soft, thin lower lip in his mouth: "If you don't come with me in a day, I will kill someone in Zuichunlou."
Huaiyue laughed indistinctly: "I thought you, my lord, would have some clever means to force me to submit, but this is all I got?"
He seemed genuinely amused by Song Ting's threat, and couldn't stop laughing.
"Isn't my lord underestimating Huaiyue? I don't even care about my own life or death, why would I care about the life or death of others?"
"What about Xiao An?" Song Ting released him, pressing her fingertips against his lips. "What if I kill him?"
Huaiyue's expression stiffened slightly, and her uncontrollable smile turned cold under Song Ting's gloomy gaze.
Huaiyue grabbed the man's collar, her voice icy: "What did you do to him?"
Song Ting lowered her head and kissed his beautifully shaped fingertips: "He's still alive for now, but how long he can live depends on Master's decision."
Huaiyue's eyes were icy: "Are you threatening me?"
"I suppose so," Song Ting said indifferently. "Young Master should understand that I am the kind of person who will stop at nothing to achieve my goals."
"My patience is almost exhausted. Now it's up to you, young master, to decide what to do."
Song Ting knew that this was Chu Huaixu's weakness. Too many people had already died. This man was too soft-hearted and too kind, and he would never want anyone else to die because of him.
It was despicable to do this, and it would only disgust men. Song Ting knew this very well, but he still did it anyway.
He had already made up his mind when Chu Huaixu vomited blood and fainted in his arms, or even earlier, when he watched this person jump out of the window.
He had had such dreams countless times, but none of them were as terrifying as seeing them with his own eyes.
“Good, very good,” Huaiyue sneered. “You are still the same dog, unchanged, just as vicious and insidious as before.”
Song Ting gently kissed his eyes, taking it as a compliment, her tone calm:
"Think it over carefully. I will come back tomorrow morning to ask for your opinion, young master."
When Song Ting came out of Huaiyue's room, her face still showed a fierce expression, as if she was about to draw her sword and kill someone at any moment.
But as soon as the door closed, he leaned against it and silently slumped his shoulders.
"My lord." Qi Zhou appeared.
Song Ting instantly composed herself and asked coldly, "What is it?"
Qi Zhou said, "I found a seven-petaled red lotus mark on the back of that guy named He An."
"People from the Red Lotus Cult?" Song Ting asked thoughtfully. "Interesting."
The Red Lotus Cult is a mysterious organization that suddenly appeared five years ago, and its members are all engaged in robbing the rich to help the poor and punishing the wicked to promote good.
He also particularly loved to oppose the imperial court.
The imperial court was very troubled by this, but there was nothing they could do.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's pawn was placed right next to the prefect of Yingtian.
Did you find out anything?
"He's very stubborn and won't say anything."
Song Ting wasn't particularly concerned about this. This wasn't their first time dealing with the Red Lotus Cult, and they knew their temperament well.
“There’s one more thing,” Qi Zhou said. “That brat is insisting on seeing Young Master Huaiyue.”
Song Ting frowned, instinctively about to refuse, but after a moment, she changed her mind: "Let him go."
"Yes." Qi Zhou accepted the order and was about to leave when Song Ting called him back, "Wait."
Qi Zhou waited quietly.
Song Tingdao said, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him disturb others."
Qi Zhou: "Yes."
"Cough cough cough, cough cough..." Huaiyue coughed softly as she leaned against the headboard.
His physical condition was already damaged. Although Song Ting protected him when he landed yesterday, he still suffered a considerable impact, which aggravated the old injuries that had been pressing on his body.
"Young Master?" Someone carefully pushed the door open and called out softly, followed by peeking in half a head.
Huaiyue looked up and beckoned to the person who had come over: "Come here."
Xiao An's eyes lit up, and she rushed over, hugging Huaiyue tightly: "You scared me to death... Young Master, you scared me to death..."
He sobbed, his lips trembling, and Huaiyue was afraid he wouldn't be able to breathe. She chuckled and pinched his cheek.
"Nothing's wrong, so why are you crying? Are you mourning your soul?"
Xiao An kept crying, crying so hard she couldn't speak, but she kept muttering to herself.
Huaiyue hadn't actually heard a word clearly, and just gave a few perfunctory "hmm"s.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you keep crying, you'll attract that evil spirit, and he might pull out your tongue."
The threat was quite effective; Xiao An immediately stopped crying, covered her mouth in terror, and turned her head back and forth, afraid that someone might come in.
Huaiyue clenched her fist and pressed it to her lips, coughing and laughing at the same time.
"Are you that afraid of him?"
"I'm scared," Xiao An whispered, her voice trembling, clearly filled with fear.
"Why didn't you listen when I told you to close your eyes and not look?"
At this point, Xiao An got angry: "You're still talking to me like that? Do you think I'd just stand by and watch you jump down?!"
"Luckily, your benefactor arrived in time, otherwise you would have fallen and turned into a pile of mud!"
Huaiyue, however, didn't care at all: "What's there to be afraid of? Your young master has died several times already, but unfortunately Yama (the King of Hell) doesn't dare to take me."
here we go again.
Xiao An rolled her eyes. "I think Yama is afraid of that important person, not you."
His voice was very soft, but Huaiyue still heard it: "Are you afraid of him?"
"I'm scared, scared," Xiao An stammered, her words barely coherent.
Seeing his expression, Huaiyue became interested: "Oh? Did he do something to He An and the others?"
"That noble person took the advisor and the others..." Xiao An was still shaken by the thought of their miserable state and dared not speak further.
Huaiyue: "What did you do to them? Did you chop them up or tear them apart by five horses?"
Xiao An: "..."
Xiao An was speechless. How come he hadn't noticed his young master was like this before?
He glanced furtively at the doorway and whispered, "Cut it into a human stump, then chain its neck with an iron chain, and tie it to the inn, in the inn's courtyard..."
"Still alive?" Huaiyue raised an eyebrow.
"Live, live." But it would be better to be dead.
Xiao An subconsciously glanced out the window again; the advisor and his two subordinates were still in the courtyard.
Several people had cuts on their throats, and blood was dripping down slowly, so they wouldn't die anytime soon.
I will only die when all the blood in my body has drained away.
This was an excruciating torture, worse than death. If Xiao An hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have dared to even imagine that such a punishment existed.
That's absolutely terrifying.
He originally thought that the methods Madam Hua used to punish the new male prostitute were already extremely vicious and cruel, but compared to that nobleman, Madam Hua could be described as having the heart of a bodhisattva.
"And Prefect Zhang was also captured and tied up in the courtyard."
That was the prefect, the highest-ranking official in Yingtian, yet he was bound so easily.
It's clear that the person in question was no ordinary individual.
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