It was not until Song Wenyan's figure disappeared from Song Yan's sight that he restrained his smile. The tenderness in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only darkness.
*
The butler of the palace was waiting for the prince in a corner. When the prince appeared, he quickly said with a flattering face, "Your Highness, I have observed the virtuous prince for some time. He is indeed ill and needs medicine every day to stay alive."
Song Wenyan no longer paid much attention to Song Yan, and said absentmindedly, "You don't need to report to me in the future."
After saying this, the housekeeper showed a trace of confusion on his face.
Song Wenyan took out the silver and threw it on the ground, then watched the butler crawl on the ground like a dog to pick up the silver, wipe it with his sleeves as if it were a treasure, and hide it in his sleeves.
A mocking arc appeared on his lips. In such a poor palace, a small amount of silver could make a steward betray his master.
Song Wenyan turned around and walked away from the housekeeper's flattering gaze.
After Song Wenyan left, the housekeeper carefully kept the silver safe.
Then, the butler walked towards his room with ease.
I was halfway across a small bridge in the mansion when I felt a sharp pain in my back.
Immediately afterwards, he himself did not expect that he would lose consciousness and become a corpse in the next second.
The butler collapsed on the bridge with his eyes wide open, his eyes open in death.
Song Yan walked slowly towards the bridge, bent down and looked at the butler who died in a state of shock, a cold smile on his thin lips.
This is what happens when you betray him.
However, in recent times, the housekeeper has also helped him a lot.
If he hadn't tried his best to act like a sickly person with not much time left in front of the butler, and if the butler hadn't betrayed him, perhaps the prince wouldn't have believed him so quickly.
Song Yan raised his foot to kick the housekeeper into the river when he suddenly thought of something.
He bent down, stretched out his slender hands, took out the silver from the butler's sleeve, and slowly stuffed it into his own clothes, then kicked the butler into the water.
*
After a while, someone found the housekeeper's body floating on the water.
The maids and servants of the palace gathered by the river, covering their mouths.
The servants fished out the butler's body.
At this time, Song Yan appeared behind the crowd with a pale face. He didn't know what had happened yet. Seeing these people gathered together, he asked softly, "What are you all doing here?"
As soon as the words fell, someone turned to report to Song Yan: "Your Majesty, the butler... drowned."
Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across Song Yan's handsome face, and then his face turned paler than ever. He quickly took out his handkerchief and coughed a few times, then walked up to the housekeeper with somewhat unsteady steps.
He stared at the butler's face, which had turned pale from soaking, and slowly closed his eyes. He said weakly, "Next time you walk across the bridge, watch your step. It's covered with moss and it's easy to fall into the river."
After hearing his words, a group of servants nodded seriously.
Everyone thought that the prince was kind-hearted. If it were any other prince, they would not care about the life of a servant at all.
Now the prince is still worried that they will encounter an accident like the dead butler.
After Song Yan had everything taken care of, he left.
*
Xie Shizhu was cleaning the house. After tonight, she would die.
At this moment, she was sweeping the floor diligently with a broom, just to let Song Yan see her diligence.
Xie Shizhu also specially chose the location of the lotus pond.
Because this is the place Song Yan must come to every day.
Although it is a lotus pond, there is not a single lotus in the pond. The water is clean and clear. It is just that the hot spring pool looks a bit like a lotus, so it is named Lotus Pond.
Suddenly, Xie Shizhu heard footsteps. She was sitting on the ground and slacking off, but after hearing the footsteps, she immediately stood up, picked up the broom and swept the floor.
Before she could wait for Song Yan, she heard the sound of birds chirping.
The next second, a snow-white dove flew to her shoulder, flapping its wings.
Xie Shizhu was slightly stunned when he saw the pigeon.
Then, the pigeon flapped its wings enthusiastically, and a feather fell to the ground. When Xie Shizhu bent down to pick it up, the pigeon flew away automatically.
She suddenly remembered that the original owner died tonight.
The cause of death was not explained, but Xie Shizhu suddenly understood.
When Xie Shizhu stood up, she had already guessed that the pigeon that had just flown onto her shoulder was the tool used by Song Yan as an assassin for trading.
No, she had to leave quickly.
Just as Xie Shizhu was about to throw away the pigeon feathers in his hand, he heard footsteps behind him.
Seeing Xie Shizhu staying in the lotus pond at this time, Song Yan's face flashed with something strange, and then he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Then, he walked slowly to Xie Shizhu, lowered his head to look at her hand, and saw the snow-white pigeon feathers. A fluctuation flashed across Song Yan's eyes for a second, and then quickly disappeared.
Although Song Yan's voice was light, soft, and pleasant, Xie Shizhu's shoulders couldn't help but tremble.
If she guessed correctly, this feather was the cause of her death.
Xie Shizhu looked up at the gentle man in front of him with bright eyes, then looked down at the feather in his hand.
The whole person fell into a long period of contemplation.
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