Su Jinyang's kick was no light one; it sent the man flying out of the dilapidated temple, where he collapsed to the ground and coughed up blood.
He doesn't hit women, but once you cross his line, there's no exception.
The man clutched his chest, which had been brutally kicked, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear. He once again regretted having provoked these two.
"What else did she do to you before?" Su Jinyang's handsome face was tense, his eyes filled with heartache. No wonder his sister hated the people of the Chengen Marquis's mansion so much.
Song Zhiyu smiled reassuringly at Su Jinyang, and said the harshest words in the gentlest tone, "That's all in the past, and I didn't suffer any loss. But this time, I'm going to make her taste the bitterness of being utterly disgraced."
"What do you plan to do?" Su Jinyang secretly gave Secretary Shen Jin a hint.
"There's still one survivor, isn't there? We'll use the same method Shen Jinshu planned to use against me, and make her trap herself." Song Zhiyu lightly tapped the bandits outside the dilapidated temple with her chin, already having a plan in mind.
To devise such a vicious plan as ruining someone's reputation, Shen Jinshu clearly intended to kill her.
Since that's the case, let her taste the bitter fruit of her own actions.
*
The Marquis of Chengen's Residence.
"Miss, it's done." Xiuyue handed a letter to Shen Jinshu, letting out a sigh of relief, her face filled with undisguised excitement.
Now, Miss should be in a better mood, right?
If the young lady is in a good mood, they won't suffer and can have a couple of peaceful days instead of having to serve her in fear every day.
But things were clearly not as rosy as she had imagined. Shen Jinshu slammed the letter on the table, her eyes filled with ruthlessness, and her ferocious face frightened even Xiuyue.
"How dare you bargain with me?" Shen Jinshu said coldly, her gentle face contorted into a grimace.
Those people, relying on the fact that Song Zhiyu was in their hands, attempted to threaten her into giving them more money, threatening to release her otherwise and ruin all her plans.
Xiuyue trembled with fear. She had also seen the contents of the letter. She never expected that those people would actually dare to threaten the young lady. They must have a death wish.
“Miss, that man said he would either give us three thousand taels of silver, or you could go and talk to him in person. But we don’t have that much silver in our private treasury.” Xiuyue carefully observed Shen Jinshu’s expression and said with a bitter face.
Shen Jinshu calmed down, took a deep breath, and realized that she had come this far and had no other choice.
If they give up halfway, not only will they lose the money they've invested, but their plans will also be delayed again and again.
She was afraid something might go wrong if she waited any longer.
"Take the guards my father assigned me and let's go to the appointment," Shen Jinshu said, rising to give the order.
She could go and talk to that person herself, but just in case, she had to bring her bodyguards to ensure her safety.
It's always good to be cautious.
She had suspected that Song Zhiyu might be behind this, but then she thought that if Song Zhiyu were alright, she would probably have come to take revenge on her long ago.
Thinking of this, Shen Jinshu stepped out the door and was helped into the carriage by Xiuyue.
*
A dilapidated temple in the east of the city.
When Shen Jinshu arrived, she only saw a black figure standing with his back to her at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. His back was somewhat hunched, and he was gently rubbing his chest with one hand, occasionally letting out a few low cries of pain.
Hearing approaching footsteps, the man turned around with a strange smile. "Miss Shen, we meet again."
"Where is your master? Tell him to come out and see me." Shen Jinshu was no longer as gentle as before; she frowned as she looked at the somewhat unfamiliar man before her.
The man smiled and turned to the side, "Master has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Song Zhiyu, are you alright?" Shen Jinshu's pupils contracted, and she immediately realized that she had been tricked.
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in her heart. As Song Zhiyu drew closer, she could no longer suppress the panic in her heart.
The reason was simple: Song Zhiyu's aura was too terrifying, as sharp as a newly drawn blade, making him feel threatened.
"I don't really like this gift, Miss Shen." Song Zhiyu slowed her pace, watching Shen Jinshu's constantly changing expressions with great interest.
“You deliberately lured me here.” Shen Jinshu was quick-witted and immediately guessed who had written the letter.
She had no idea that Song Zhiyu could imitate other people's handwriting so perfectly.
“I also have a great gift to give to Miss Shen.” Song Zhiyu clapped her hands lightly, and Shen Jinshu’s hands were immediately restrained and unable to move at all.
She stared hatefully at Song Zhiyu's smiling face, her unease reaching its peak.
Where are her bodyguards?
Xiuyue's hands were also tied up. "Miss, what should we do? Where are the guards the Marquis assigned to you?"
She also noticed this; the guards had disappeared after they entered the forest.
She had initially thought those people were hiding in the shadows, but now it seemed things weren't so pleasant.
Shen Jinshu forced herself to calm down, "If you dare to touch me, neither the Marquis's Mansion nor the Prince Li's Mansion will let you off the hook."
"Then let them come find me." Song Zhiyu shrugged; she was actually worried they wouldn't come.
The two were knocked unconscious by a karate chop, collapsing to the ground as if they had lost consciousness.
Song Zhiyu watched coldly as the two were dragged into the dilapidated temple and casually tossed into a corner.
"This woman is vicious; keeping her around will only bring trouble sooner or later." Su Jinyang walked out, looking at Shen Jinshu who was lying unconscious on the ground, and a murderous intent rose in his heart.
Song Zhiyu hurriedly grabbed Su Jinyang's hand and shook her head at him, saying that even if Shen Jinshu was going to die, she couldn't die at his hands.
“Shen Jinshu is, after all, the daughter of a court official and the future Princess Consort of Li. Killing her would probably tarnish my reputation.”
Su Jinyang has a bright future and is highly valued by His Majesty. If this trend continues, his achievements in the court will not be lower than Pei Qingyan's.
She couldn't let Shen Jinshu's blood stain her third brother's hands.
She will personally deal with her enemies.
*
The following day, on the streets of the capital.
Shen Jinshu lay on the street with her hair disheveled, her wretched appearance attracting the attention of passersby.
Suddenly, a pedestrian exclaimed in surprise, his hand trembling as he pointed at Shen Jinshu.
"Isn't this the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Chengen's family? What happened to her?"
"Look at her lying on the street, her clothes disheveled, completely lacking the poise and elegance of a well-bred young lady. Is this really Miss Shen?"
Shen Jinshu's face was completely covered by her hair, and with her deliberate concealment, the onlookers were not really sure of her identity.
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