Ling Wushuang's lips curled up slightly, her gaze seemingly falling on Shen Yuzhou's legs. "Zhiyu healed my brother's legs, so naturally she is the savior of our Ling State Duke's Mansion."
The Ling family is different from the Shen family; at least we know how to repay kindness. Unlike some people, who curse their mothers as soon as they finish their meal.
Although Ling Yuan's leg hadn't fully healed yet, she felt that with Song Zhiyu around, it was only a matter of time.
"Song Zhiyu, instead of treating your elder brother's leg, you went to the Duke of Ling's mansion. Have you lost your conscience?" Shen Yanxi was furious, his teeth grinding together.
He initially thought that Song Zhiyu was just using the pretext of treating his older brother's illness to manipulate them, and that she would eventually take action, since she cared about his older brother the most. However, he did not expect her to be so ruthless.
It was only then that Shen Yanxi realized with a start that they seemed to have truly lost Song Zhiyu.
He felt a void in his chest, as if something important had left him.
“My conscience died the moment you tried to strangle me for Shen Jinshu’s sake. From then on, your lives and deaths were none of my concern.” Song Zhiyu refused to accept any accusations; she had a clear conscience.
At the same time, Ling Wushuang pulled out the whip tied to her waist and lashed it out with lightning speed, striking Shen Mingyi's face with the whip. "Zhiyu is an benefactor of our Duke Ling's Mansion, and the Duke's Mansion will naturally support her."
"If you ever dare to bully or humiliate her again, you'd better think twice. After all, my whip doesn't discriminate."
Of the brothers in the Marquis's mansion, she disliked Shen Mingyi the most, so naturally she would slap him first.
Shen Mingyi felt a pain in his cheek, and when he raised his hand to touch it, his hand was covered in blood.
"Third Brother!" Shen Yanxi exclaimed in surprise, never expecting that Ling Wushuang was just like Song Zhiyu, resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement.
This is insane!
However, he is currently struggling to protect himself, so he can't help Shen Mingyi.
Shen Yuzhou's face darkened. Ling Wushuang's actions were a slap in the face to their Chengen Marquis's Mansion. "Miss Ling, that's enough. This is the Chengen Marquis's Mansion, not the Ling State Duke's Mansion. You have no right to be arrogant here."
"I'll hit you if I want, what can you do about it?" Ling Wushuang wasn't afraid of Shen Yuzhou's cold face. She lashed out with her whip again, striking Shen Yanxi hard on the back and tearing his clothes.
When the guards in the manor saw that their young master was injured, they disregarded Ling Wushuang's status and drew their swords to attack him.
They failed to protect their master and will likely be punished; they can only try their best to make amends.
Her whip hadn't seen blood in a long time, so today was the perfect opportunity to have some fun.
Song Zhiyu, who had been calmly watching the show, saw all the guards draw their swords and approach them. Her fingers, hanging by her side, twitched slightly, and the white powder hidden between her fingers drifted into the air and silently entered the other person's nose.
Although she trusted Ling Wushuang's martial prowess, she was still afraid that she would suffer a loss and secretly sabotage her from behind. She would never allow these people from the Marquis's mansion to harm her in the slightest.
With a flick of her whip, Ling Wushuang swept away a large group of guards in front of her with a swift and elegant movement.
"A bunch of trash." Ling Wushuang's lips curled into a disdainful smile, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and the whip in her hand wielded with fierce power.
Shen Yuzhou coldly stared at the guard lying on the ground, groaning in pain, then closed his eyes deeply, feeling a deep sense of loss.
Those who don't cherish what they have will be cherished by others.
"Song Zhiyu, are you just going to watch Ling Wushuang humiliate us without doing anything? Don't forget, you're also a member of the Marquis's mansion." Shen Yanxi's eyes were bloodshot, his resentful gaze passing over Ling Wushuang and landing on Song Zhiyu as he roared loudly.
Now he acknowledges Song Zhiyu's identity.
Ling Wu's eyes narrowed, and she stepped in front of Song Zhiyu, saying, "Watch your mouth. If you dare to yell at Zhiyu again, I'll slap your mouth shut."
The whip in her hand was still stained with blood. When she glared at him with narrowed eyes, Shen Yanxi felt as if he had seen a demon.
The pain in his back brought him back to his senses, and he finally swallowed back the words he hadn't yet uttered.
The Duke of Ling's mansion is not one they can afford to offend, not to mention that the Ling family members are extremely protective of their own.
They had no choice but to grit their teeth and bear the humiliation they suffered today.
"If you want revenge, feel free to come to the Duke of Ling's mansion. I'll be happy to oblige." Ling Wushuang smiled provocatively, exchanged a few more words with Song Zhiyu, and then boarded his carriage and drove away.
With a smile on her face, Song Zhiyu watched Ling Wushuang leave. Only when the carriage was completely out of sight did she turn her gaze away, as if she couldn't see the mess in front of her, and walked straight past Shen Yuzhou.
"Zhiyu, are you really treating Lingyuan's leg?" Shen Yuzhou opened his eyes, and as the two brushed past each other, he couldn't help but ask.
Both Ling Yuan and he were once the pride of heaven. He was skilled in literature, while Ling Yuan was skilled in martial arts. They were equally famous in the capital.
Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on them, and both of them suffered accidents that broke their legs, leaving them to spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.
He thought his life would end like this, but Song Zhiyu gave him hope, and his leg gradually improved under her treatment.
But unexpectedly, it was Song Zhiyu who shattered his hopes. She spared no effort in treating Ling Yuan's leg, yet refused to continue helping her own brother, leaving him with no peace of mind.
"Yes, I suppose he'll be able to stand up again in a while." Song Zhiyu continued walking without stopping, leaving them with only a resolute back view.
Shen Yuzhou silently lowered his eyes, silently watching his legs deteriorate day by day. No one knew what he was thinking.
*
Songyun Temple.
"Young Miss, I've found out that this newly appointed top scholar's hometown is Li County. Before he came to the capital, he and the Second Miss were from the same village." Xiuyue nervously reported the information she had just learned to Shen Jinshu, her head bowed low, afraid of displeasing Shen Jinshu.
Ever since the young lady was thrown out of Yushang Pavilion in front of everyone and lost all face, her temperament has become increasingly unpredictable.
Shen Jinshu swept the teapot off the table, her beautiful yet delicate face contorted into a ferocious grimace. "Song Zhiyu has caused me to become like this. I will make her wish she were dead."
"This servant also found out that the Second Miss just went out to Fumanlou, it seems she was going to meet someone." Xiuyue knelt on the ground with a thud, her shoulders trembling, and hurriedly revealed valuable information to avoid being implicated.
Shen Jinshu smiled, a calculating glint in her eyes. "Fu Man Lou? It seems she must have some secrets she's hiding. Go and invite Fourth Brother over. Tell him I have something important to discuss with him."
"Yes." Xiuyue quickly got up, not daring to delay any longer, and limped away with her injured legs.
"Song Zhiyu, this time, I'm going to make sure you can never recover."
In the dim candlelight, a conspiracy targeting Song Zhiyu is quietly unfolding.
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