Jun Moyi was stunned.
He looked in the direction of Sang Liwan's finger and saw the slender white fingertips falling directly on Liu Shang who was supported by Qingshui.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
Among them, the most surprised person was Liu Shang.
She originally thought that being rescued by the prince and princess was a great blessing, but who knew that there was even more to come.
The princess actually asked for her?
For a moment, Liu Shang was surprised, disbelieving, and delighted. She looked at Sang Liwan with enthusiasm in her eyes and trembling lips.
The only one left is Jun Moyi.
He thought there might be something wrong with his ears.
He bluntly said that he wanted to compensate Sang Liwan, but the other party didn't want anything but a little girl who had just entered the mansion.
Jun Moyi felt that his enthusiasm was completely dashed.
There was a hint of coolness in the look he gave Liu Shang.
Liu Shang, who was originally immersed in excitement, accidentally saw the look in Jun Moyi's eyes and immediately weakened.
If Qingshui hadn't been there to support her, she would have probably sat down on the ground right there.
She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again, and tried hard to reduce her presence.
Although she really wanted to serve the princess, she didn't want to confront the prince like this.
She would not interfere in the affairs between her masters and would just wait patiently for orders.
Jun Moyi just took a glance and then retracted his gaze. After all, apart from Sang Liwan, no one else was worthy of his gaze staying for too long.
Seeing that Jun Moyi didn't say anything, Sang Liwan felt that what she did was a bit of a slap in the face to Jun Moyi.
After all, she was not a little girl who knew nothing, and she could see through Jun Moyi's hint at all.
It’s just that Jun Moyi’s emotion came too suddenly, and for a moment, Sang Liwan felt flustered and completely unable to cope.
Although she had originally planned to find a reason to transfer Liu Shang to serve her, Jun Moyi's words were like a pillow for her sleepiness.
Seeing Jun Moyi silent at this moment, Sang Liwan felt a little guilty in his heart. He lowered his head and dared not speak anymore.
[Will he be angry if I hit him in the face like this? ]
【After all, he has always been stingy. 】
[Will he take his anger out on Liu Shang because of this?]
Seeing that she was still worried about the little maid at this time, Jun Moyi was so angry that he laughed.
Is he such a stingy person?
It’s true.
Jun Moyi pursed his lips and glanced back at the little maid that Sang Liwan was thinking about. He saw her with her head down, leaning quietly beside Qingshui, without any unnecessary movements, and looking quite content.
Sang Liwan has a cold personality, and he has always had only one maid, Qingshui, to serve him, which is indeed not enough.
Now that she took the initiative to speak, Jun Moyi would not be so stingy.
She's just a maid, he wouldn't withhold her money.
But he had already said so much, and this woman only asked for a little maid, which really made him angry.
But when he saw Sang Liwan lowering his head and acting obediently, his heart softened inexplicably.
Jun Moyi felt that he might be crazy.
After a long moment, he sighed and said, "She's just a maid. How can I refuse her request when Wanwan asks for it?"
Hearing this, Sang Liwan suddenly raised his head, looked at him with a smile and asked, "Then did the prince agree?"
Knowing that she was happy, Jun Moyi deliberately snorted heavily: "No."
However, his duplicity was too obvious, so obvious that it was completely for Sang Liwan to see.
Sang Liwan had a faint smile on his face, "I know the prince has agreed."
After saying that, without waiting for Jun Moyi to deny it, he half turned around and looked at Qingshui and said, "Qingshui, take her back and treat her injuries."
Before Sang Liwan finished speaking, Jun Moyi felt a little impatient.
She's just a maid, is that a big deal?
Without waiting for Sang Liwan to finish his words, he had someone push the wheelchair forward and pushed the restless person in his arms back.
"Alright, it's just a little maid, is it worth the princess's trouble?"
Sang Liwan was stunned.
【Why is it so sour? 】
Hearing this, Jun Moyi subconsciously moved his nose, but in an instant he understood the meaning of Sang Liwan's words.
His face darkened. He never expected that one day he would become so useless.
This feeling made Jun Moyi feel a little strange, even at a loss.
Therefore, he urgently needed an outlet to vent his complicated emotions.
Soon, Jun Moyi found this unlucky guy.
When Butler Song was tortured by Yan Hui to the point that he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, breathing more than breathing in, he realized that he had been exposed a long time ago.
He raised his eyelids with great effort and saw the man in white sitting in the shadows not far away, with only his perfect and impeccable profile exposed. In his hand, he still held the string of Buddhist beads that showed his pure heart and abstinence.
He clearly looked like a Buddhist, but there was a strange harmony between him and the others as he sat in this dark room filled with blood.
Jun Moyi held the Buddhist beads in his hand, looking confused, and no one knew what he was thinking through the beads.
Butler Song lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and chuckled twice. Blood gushed out of his mouth and fell to the floor.
He breathed, "You already knew that."
Jun Moyi sat lazily, not even giving him a glance, "You're a smart guy, what a pity."
Hearing Jun Moyi's admission, his guess was confirmed, but Butler Song felt even more strange.
"When did you find out?"
"The day you entered the mansion."
Jun Moyi was in a good mood and was willing to let Butler Song be the one who knew the truth.
Butler Song thought that he was exposed because he was not cautious enough, but he did not expect that Jun Moyi knew his identity from the very beginning, but still let him stay in this mansion for so many years.
Butler Song felt a chill in his heart, feeling that he and his master seemed to have fallen into a huge trap.
"Why?"
Sure enough, the next moment, he saw Jun Moyi smiling.
Jun Moyi simply curled his lips, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "If not, how can I expect your master to know exactly what I want to convey?"
Butler Song was shocked, and two words emerged in his mind.
It's over.
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