All the past events were now lingering in Butler Song's mind like a kaleidoscope.
He once thought that he was very capable and scheming, which was why he was able to thrive in Prince An's Mansion.
He sent out messages several times but was never discovered. Because he did his job well, he was gradually valued by Jun Moyi and became the steward of the entire Prince An's Mansion step by step.
Because I completed my tasks well, my master gradually began to value me and would give me any tasks related to Prince An.
For a time, Butler Song felt very proud in front of his master.
However, Jun Moyi now told him that all this was fake, and he had deliberately made it up to confuse them. Butler Song could not believe it at all.
However, when he saw the leisurely and lazy expression on Jun Moyi's face, he had to believe it.
Butler Song lay dejectedly on the ground, just wanting to be a clueless ghost.
"Then you attended the Emperor's birthday banquet and treated the epidemic..."
Jun Moyi supported his forehead with one hand, scratched his brow with his index finger, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "Of course I did it on purpose. If I didn't do this, how could you people think that I am not a threat and let down your guard?"
“You, you…”
Thinking about all the things he had done and was proud of himself, he realized that they were actually Jun Moyi's schemes, and the news he had spread was just Jun Moyi's intentional act.
This blow was too great. Steward Song was already seriously injured and dying. He now realized that everything he had done in the past few years was in vain. His blood rushed up and he vomited blood with a "wow" sound.
Jun Moyi, however, has never been a kind person. Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "How can you be so narrow-minded? Tsk tsk, I really don't know how you stayed by my side for so long. You really haven't learned anything good."
What he said was 'good', wasn't it just that he was very cunning?
Butler Song was so shocked that he was trembling all over, but he still managed to hold on and not faint.
This made Jun Moyi look at him with a higher opinion.
"Oh, you have a very strong character."
Butler Song lay on the ground panting and breathing heavily. Although he didn't faint, he couldn't utter a word.
Jun Moyi tutted his words twice. "Actually, I'm quite comfortable using you. Although you have someone else as your master, you've done a good job and saved me a lot of worry. If you hadn't taken the initiative to humiliate the princess, perhaps I would have kept you for a while longer."
When mentioning Sang Liwan, a cold light flashed in Jun Moyi's eyes, and was seen by Butler Song.
Although Butler Song was suffering great physical and mental torture at this moment, his brain was still enough. With just one glance, he understood that Jun Moyi was just taking advantage of the situation today to vent his anger on Princess Sang Liwan.
Butler Song had never imagined that his smooth undercover career would be ruined by such a small matter.
Now, facing the threat of death, he deeply regretted why he took advantage of Sang Liwan's unpopularity to ridicule her.
Besides, looking at Jun Moyi's current appearance, Sang Liwan is definitely not unpopular.
Thinking of the words that Jun Moyi had said to annoy Sang Liwan, Butler Song felt that he might have been tricked by the fox Jun Moyi again.
It's not that I'm angry, it's obvious that I like it very much.
Hearing Jun Moyi's words, Butler Song chuckled twice again, and sighed resignedly, "The victor goes to the king and the loser goes to the bandit. I underestimated the enemy. You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."
Jun Moyi didn't care about his attitude. He stroked his chin and chuckled, "You will definitely not survive, but 'Butler Song' will not die."
Steward Song was startled, and suddenly raised his head to look at Jun Moyi. When he met Jun Moyi's deep eyes, he had a bad premonition in his heart, "You, what do you mean by this?"
Jun Moyi winked at Yan Hui, who immediately understood and snapped his fingers. The next moment, a man in black stood in front of them.
He first saluted Jun Moyi, then slowly turned around.
When the man's facial features gradually emerged from the shadows, Butler Song immediately widened his eyes in astonishment.
“You, you…”
Looking at the man who looked exactly like himself, Butler Song felt his hair stand on end, his blood seemed to freeze, and his ears were buzzing.
The man slowly squatted down and looked at Butler Song without a trace of superfluous expression on his face.
"Who are you?" Butler Song's tongue was stiff and even the words he spoke were unclear.
But fortunately, the dark room was extremely quiet, and after thinking carefully, I guessed what he was talking about.
The man imitated the way Steward Song used to speak and said calmly, "I am Steward Song of this palace."
Even if Butler Song was stupid at this moment, he understood what Jun Moyi meant.
He wanted to find a substitute to replace himself so that the master would not know what happened in the palace, would not be suspicious, and would not arrange for new people to come. If this were true, the master's situation would be dangerous in the future.
Butler Song's brain was working rapidly, constantly thinking about how to pass on this message.
However, let alone his current situation, even if today's incident had not happened, his every word and action would be under Jun Moyi's surveillance. How could the news be passed smoothly to his master?
The more Butler Song thought about it, the more desperate he felt.
Jun Moyi looked at the changing expressions on Butler Song's face and realized that this man was still determined to steal and was still thinking of passing the news outside.
He clapped his hands twice and said, "What a loyal servant you are. But it's a pity that you don't have this opportunity."
After a pause, he lowered his head again with a somewhat malicious look, "How about you send him a dream?"
This time, Butler Song couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Seeing this, Jun Moyi even said sarcastically: "Your character is unstable and you are not fit for great use."
Yan Hui felt speechless, and didn't know who had just said that the other person had a strong character?
He always felt that the prince seemed to be becoming more and more mean.
He only thought about these words in his mind and never dared to say them out loud.
After dealing with Butler Song, Jun Moyi and his men prepared to return to his own courtyard, but not long after he came out, he met Sang Liwan who was drinking under the moon.
Jun Moyi felt guilty for no reason.
As for what he was talking about, he had no idea.
Especially when the two of them looked into each other's eyes, even if he wanted to hide, he had no chance.
Sang Liwan sat at the table, looking at Yan Hui and Butler Song following behind Jun Moyi, and raised an eyebrow, "Your Highness is really busy."
Jun Moyi coughed lightly and whispered to them to leave first.
Sang Liwan was a little surprised to see Butler Song bowing to him respectfully.
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