"I just said a few truths, and you can't stand it? You will never have a man who truly treats you in your life. You will live a lonely life, and no man will want you until you die!"
Tangerine cursed viciously, without a trace of mercy in her eyes, as if all this was natural.
"Hit her, hit her hard! Qingmei, Miyou, beat her for me!"
Zhao Manxiang roared like a madman, her voice sharp and piercing, full of anger and despair.
She felt completely broken and could only vent her anger through violence.
Qingmei grabbed a wooden stick without hesitation and beat Ganju hard.
Each stick landed heavily on Ganju, accompanied by shrill screams, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Miyou was so frightened that her whole body was shaking. She didn't dare to move forward. She pretended to pick up the scattered sticks on the ground and whispered to Zhao Manxiang, "Young Madam, she is deliberately provoking you to kill her to protect that man. Spare her life and slowly interrogate her to get the truth."
Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to calm her master's anger.
"Shut up, get away, and keep hitting me!"
Zhao Manxiang raised her hand and pushed Miyou away with force, her eyes filled with rage and unquestionable determination.
Miyou had no choice but to find a small branch and pretend to knock on the orange.
Although she seemed very ferocious and her movements were very powerful, she actually did not use much force. It just looked like she was really teaching Citrus a lesson to outsiders.
Miyou secretly glanced at Zhao Manxiang standing beside her and found that her face was extremely pale and she looked listless. It was obvious that she couldn't stand the cold environment here. She stepped forward and whispered, "Qingmei, the young lady's face looks very strange. You know she is already weak and sick. Staying in such a gloomy place will probably make her condition worse. Why don't we send the young lady back to her room to rest first? As for dealing with Ganju, we can wait until Ganju recovers a little."
"good."
Seeing this, Qingmei realized the seriousness of the problem. She took a closer look at Ganju lying on the ground and found that she was indeed weaker than usual. In addition, the surrounding environment was indeed depressing and uncomfortable. So she immediately decided to follow the advice and carefully helped Zhao Manxiang beside her and walked towards the mansion.
Just as Zhao Manxiang and Qingmei reached the edge of the woods, Miyou hurried over from behind, her face full of panic and rapid speech: "Oh no! Ganju's breathing suddenly became extremely weak. I'm afraid she's... dead. What should we do now?"
"Is there any other choice but to proceed according to the plan? Send two reliable servants to take her directly to the desolate cemetery and bury her, and announce to the public that she died suddenly of illness!"
After hearing the news, Zhao Manxiang stopped and turned around and said sternly.
"Yes, that's right..." After hearing the order, Miyou was so scared that her whole body was shaking, and even her voice was filled with obvious fear.
Just as she was about to turn around and execute the order, Zhao Manxiang couldn't help but look back and look deeply at the dark and eerie forest behind her - at this moment the forest was immersed in a deep silence, with only the occasional cold wind causing the branches to rub against each other and making a rustling sound, and even a few dry fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, inadvertently sticking to her cheek.
This feeling made her, who was already filled with nervousness and anxiety, feel once again a chill coming from the base of her spine and gradually spreading to every corner of her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily several times in succession. Finally, she hurriedly tightened the heavy cloak she was wearing and quickly left the scene.
Holding the dim and swaying palace lantern, Miyou almost ran back to the original place, and was surprised to find that the tangerine lying on the ground, which should have been lifeless, had opened its eyes and was looking at her steadily.
"Please, young lady, you must close your eyes now. If the people who come to check find you still alive, you must stay as still as possible and hold your breath for a while to pretend to be dead. Only when you are safely out of this yard and into a remote, desolate and uninhabited place outside, can you truly escape this disaster."
Miyou lowered her voice and reminded anxiously.
Tangerine stood there for a long while without moving. After finally gathering enough strength, she slowly asked, "Can you tell me why you took such a big risk to help me escape?"
"It's not worth risking your life for such a small thing. I'll call the servants right away, and please make sure you act like a decent person."
Miyou whispered to Tangerine, her tone filled with worry and uneasiness.
"Your name is Miyou, right? If I could live, I would definitely repay your kindness."
As she spoke, two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of Ganju's eyes, slid across her pale cheeks, and dripped onto the ground with a slight sound.
Miyou hesitated for a moment, looking at the tangerine in front of her, feeling extremely conflicted: "That man is really...
He actually left you and ran away. Why are you still making the young lady unhappy because of him? "
This question filled Miyou with doubts and confusion.
"You don't understand. He can't be caught."
Tangerine answered softly, with an inexplicable determination flashing in her eyes, as if to say that no matter how great the cost, this was a task she had to complete.
Miyou sighed. No wonder the man always covered his face and refused to show it to others. But no matter who he was or what his reasons were, his behavior was too cruel and heartless, and it was chilling.
Afterwards, Miyou found two servants who were usually quite honest, and they obeyed her orders.
The servants walked up to Tangerine who was lying on the ground, kicked her a few times to make sure she was not responding, and then carefully wrapped her in a tattered sack.
During this process, the careful Miyou secretly used the knife he carried with him to poke a few small holes on the surface of the sack to ensure that the people inside could have enough air circulation and would not suffocate.
The two servants lifted the tightly wrapped oranges and walked together towards a remote side door of the manor.
At this time, Miyou whispered to the old woman guarding the gate and explained that the maid named Ganju had unfortunately passed away due to a sudden serious illness, and asked her to allow them to take her out.
The old woman nodded in agreement without thinking much about it.
Watching the figure carrying the oranges gradually moving away until it disappeared around a corner, Miyou prayed silently, hoping that her small action could help the oranges escape and regain a chance to live.
Zhao Manxiang returned to her room and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Ganju's words pierced her mind like a thorn. "Could it be that I will never be able to get the love of a man? Is that really the case? Why? I'm from a noble family and I'm not bad looking. Am I not worthy of being cherished and loved by any man?"
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