Night falls.
The intermittent meows stirred up a surge of anger in Shen Jinshu's heart, and she impatiently rubbed her temples as she got up.
"Xiuyue." She called out towards the door, but there was no answer.
Shen Jinshu frowned, put on her shoes and coat, and walked outside.
Before she even reached the door, she felt a dampness on her head.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
The sound of blood dripping onto the ground was exceptionally clear in the silent night. Shen Jinshu stiffly raised her head and saw a corpse hanging from the rafters, its body covered in blood and gore, its unseeing eyes staring straight at her.
"ah!"
A scream pierced the sky.
Shen Jinshu's pupils widened suddenly, terrified by the scene before her. She collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling as she stammered, "Xiuyun..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the corpse hanging from the rafters suddenly shook violently twice, the rope snapped instantly, and the cold body fell onto Shen Jinshu, scaring her into fainting.
*
The next day.
Songxiyuan.
"Song Zhiyu, was this what you did last night?"
A roar, desperately suppressed, came from outside the door.
Shen Yanxi stood in front of Song Zhiyu with bloodshot eyes. He snatched the teacup from her hand with his large, calloused hand and smashed it on the ground. The shards cut a small wound on her right hand, which was casually resting on the table.
Song Zhiyu lowered her eyes, glancing indifferently at the wound from which small beads of blood were seeping out, a flash of mockery in her eyes.
"What, are you here to thank me?" Song Zhiyu took out another cup and poured herself a cup of tea, her slender fingers lightly tapping the rim of the cup, her tone indifferent.
Shen Yanxi felt heartbroken at the thought of Shen Jinshu lying sickly on the bed. Ignoring her own battered body, she rushed over early in the morning to question Song Zhiyu, "What you did yesterday has caused the Marquis's mansion to lose face and damaged Shu'er's reputation."
You've gotten everything you wanted, so what more could you possibly want?
“They were very close, and I returned Xiuyun’s body because I had a good intention. Besides, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear.”
"She's been serving her for so many years, how could she have fallen ill from fright? Is she feeling guilty?" Song Zhiyu took a sip of tea and looked at Shen Yanxi's current miserable state with great interest.
His shoulders and legs were wrapped in thick bandages, and the wound on his mouth gradually reopened with his violent movements. He looked disheveled and was no longer the noble young master he once was.
He was no longer the arrogant and disdainful Fourth Young Master Shen from his previous life, who enjoyed her flattery while ruthlessly handing her over to bandits to suffer endless torment.
Her tragic death was indeed her own fault; she misjudged people.
But how much better are the Shen family members who enjoy the benefits she brings, yet look down on her in every way, and who caused her tragic death?
Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu tightened her grip on the teacup, her gaze towards Shen Yanxi growing increasingly cold.
Shen Yanxi choked, snatched the cup from Song Zhiyu's hand again, his face slightly distorted.
He'd never seen anyone so kind as to hang a corpse from someone's roof beam in the middle of the night. "Nonsense! Song Zhiyu, you must apologize to Shu'er today, or else I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Bai led Zhao, the old lady's maid, into the room.
"Second Miss, the Old Madam requests your presence." Granny Zhao lowered her head and relayed the message as instructed, not daring to make things difficult for her.
Although they couldn't figure out what the old lady meant, these servants were best at adapting their approach to the situation.
After what happened yesterday, she realized that this second young lady was not someone to be trifled with these days, and it was always best to be careful in serving her.
Song Zhiyu lowered her eyes and smiled lightly. This old lady Shen was no kind person; she was quite cunning and scheming.
In her past life, after being rejected by her father and brothers and having all her usefulness exploited, her grandmother, who had once been the kindest to her, immediately changed her attitude and used her own flesh and blood to pave the way for Shen Jinshu, allowing the Shen family to rise rapidly.
For the sake of that so-called family affection and the poison wrapped in sugar, she became a puppet manipulated at will in their hands.
Once they lose their usefulness, they are discarded like worn-out shoes.
Now, she won't let them have their way. Those who hurt her will not get away with it.
Having received Song Zhiyu's confirmation, Granny Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Then this old servant will go and report back to the old lady."
Watching Granny Zhao walk away, Shen Yanxi smiled smugly, with a hint of gloating, "Grandmother loves Shu'er the most, just wait and see how you're punished."
With her grandmother intervening, Song Zhiyu is in for a rough time.
Shu'er was frightened and fell ill in bed, while Song Zhiyu only suffered some physical pain, which was considered a bargain for her.
After saying that, he turned to leave, his steps becoming noticeably lighter.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, Shen Yanxi felt a blackout before his eyes, staggered, and almost collapsed to the ground.
He braced himself firmly on the edge of the table with his right hand, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with disbelief, his voice rising an octave, "You poisoned me again?"
Suddenly, he looked at the teacup in his hand and realized what was going on.
Looking at the beautiful, fair face before him, without any makeup, with eyes as clear as autumn water and a hint of a smile, Shen Yanxi felt a strange sense of fear rise in his heart for the first time, and he tried to get up and run away.
"Did I say you could leave?" Song Zhiyu stood up leisurely, reached out and patted Shen Yanxi's shoulder, smiling sweetly. With a forceful movement, Shen Yanxi's knees fell straight onto the broken porcelain shards on the ground, letting out cries of pain, but he was powerless to stand up.
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