Song Zhiyu flatly refused, her decisive tone infuriating Shen Feng.
"What did you say?" Shen Feng slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly from the wooden chair, feeling that his authority had been challenged.
He suppressed his anger and asked, "I'll ask you one more time, are you going or not?"
"I'm not going." Song Zhiyu gave the same answer, meeting Shen Feng's eyes, which were filled with boundless rage, without flinching in the slightest.
"Very well, since that's the case, go to the ancestral hall and reflect on your actions. I'll release you when you've thought things through." Shen Feng said "Very well" three times in a row, clearly furious.
He clapped his hands, and Steward Lin, who had been waiting outside for a long time, led dozens of burly men in upon hearing the sound.
They were muscular and tall, their tanned faces filled with a menacing air. As they drew closer, the stench of blood in the air grew stronger.
At a glance, Song Zhiyu could tell that these people were different from the servants in the mansion; they were truly ruthless killers.
It seems that Shen Feng really went to great lengths to get her to compromise this time.
Song Zhiyu noticed that all the men had the same black mark on their necks, which looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen this mark before.
Song Zhiyu secretly kept this mark in mind.
“Miss…” Lu Bai nervously clenched her sleeves, instinctively wanting to protect Song Zhiyu behind her, but Song Zhiyu pressed her hand down.
Song Zhiyu already had a plan in mind. If she had to force the issue, she might as well use poison to try her luck, but with Lu Bai still there, they would definitely suffer a loss.
After much deliberation, Song Zhiyu decided to outsmart the enemy.
Since Shen Feng wanted to take this opportunity to teach her a lesson and force her to compromise, she might as well play along and give him a big gift.
"You lot, escort the Second Miss to the ancestral hall." At Shen Feng's command, Song Zhiyu was surrounded by several people, their muscular build contrasting sharply with her small arms and legs.
Song Zhiyu glanced at them coldly, her tone completely indifferent, "I can walk by myself."
She gently brushed away Lu Bai's hand and shook her head at her, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a couple of days."
Song Zhiyu took the lead, followed closely by the others, their sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on her, their faces full of vigilance.
Lord Shen said that this woman is ruthless and skilled in using poison, so one must be extremely cautious when dealing with her.
Even if the person in front of them looks like a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken, they can't let their guard down.
A large group of people marched straight towards the ancestral hall. Song Zhiyu walked in front, her steps light and graceful, her flowing skirt swaying with her movements, making her look like she was going to cause trouble.
Shen Feng's brow twitched; things were going too smoothly, which made him somewhat uneasy.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyu did not resist at all this time. It was worth the money he spent to raise these people. Now they can finally be put to use.
*
The ancestral hall of the Marquis of Chengen.
"Second Miss, the Marquis has instructed that you should kneel in the ancestral hall for the next few days. He will release you when you have come to your senses." After saying the last words Shen Feng had given him, Steward Lin did not dare to look at Song Zhiyu's expression and quickly closed the door and left.
The main gate was slammed shut, and the entire ancestral hall instantly darkened, with only a few candles casting a faint glow, allowing Song Zhiyu to see the layout inside.
Two tall, burly men were guarding the door, making it difficult for Lu Bai to even speak a word to Song Zhiyu.
She paced back and forth outside the ancestral hall, extremely anxious, fearing that Song Zhiyu was not doing well inside.
With His Highness the Crown Prince in the palace, she, a mere servant, couldn't even enter the palace, let alone deliver messages.
Suddenly, Pei Qingyan's handsome and slender figure flashed through her mind.
By the way, find Lord Pei; he can definitely rescue Miss.
Thinking of this, Lu Bai was overjoyed and hurriedly walked out the door.
But before she could take more than a few steps, a dull, strange sound came from behind her.
"Miss!" Lu Bai turned around and saw Song Zhiyu standing in front of the wide-open door, with several burly men lying unconscious at her feet.
Song Zhiyu casually kicked aside the unconscious people at his feet. "Lu Bai, I need you to do something for me. Also, keep a close eye on Shen Feng's whereabouts lately."
Shen Feng intends to have Shen Rushan adopted into his family, so he will naturally take action.
Presumably, she will soon be able to see the woman's true face.
“This servant understands. Then, Miss, aren’t you going back?” Lu Bai nodded emphatically, somewhat puzzled by Song Zhiyu’s actions.
Since the young lady is allowed to leave the ancestral hall, why does she still pretend to be locked up?
“If I go back now, the rumors will fall apart on their own. Since Shen Feng dared to do such a shameless thing, I will naturally spread the word for him.” Song Zhiyu will make them understand what it means to “invite a god but send him away.”
"Alright, I'll go take care of it right away. Miss, please take good care of yourself." Lu Bai handed the food box to Song Zhiyu and walked away, turning back to look at her every few steps.
Song Zhiyu carried the food box back to the ancestral hall. As she passed the people lying on the ground, she casually tossed the white powder in her hand.
The group slowly awoke, their heads throbbing with pain, and a moment of confusion lingered on their dark faces.
They somehow ended up lying on the ground, with no memory of it whatsoever.
Seeing that the ancestral hall was tightly closed, the group breathed a long sigh of relief; as long as the person was still there, that was all that mattered.
*
Pine Forest Courtyard.
"Your hand needs to be properly cared for, otherwise I won't be able to save you." Shen Muxun bandaged Shen Mingyi's wound with a cold face, and did not forget to give a few words of advice.
Shen Mingyi's expression was also not good; he was gloomy and had lost all his former arrogance.
"Why did you go and provoke her?" Shen Muxun sighed, really not understanding why they always managed to clash with Song Zhiyu, and almost lost their hands in the process.
Song Zhiyu was ruthless and determined to cripple Shen Mingyi's hand; he wasn't even sure he could heal it.
Both of them knew perfectly well who the "she" Shen Muxun was referring to was.
"If she hadn't bullied Shu'er and caused Shu'er to be grounded, I wouldn't have bothered with her. What I didn't expect was that even my older brother started to side with her." Shen Mingyi smiled coldly, glancing at the hand wrapped up like a steamed bun, a shadow flashing in his eyes.
Even now, Shen Mingyi still finds it unbelievable that his older brother actually hit him for Song Zhiyu's sake.
"You were too impulsive." Shen Muxun opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and only managed to utter this sentence.
Shen Mingyi stood up abruptly, ignoring all words of comfort. "I heard that she was locked up in the ancestral hall by her father. As her elder brother, it is only natural that I should go and visit her."
Whether it was a genuine visit or a sham, only he himself knows the truth.
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