"Yu'er, stay away from this young Marquis Gu from now on. He's no pushover," Pei Qingyan said gently to Song Zhiyu, withdrawing his gaze.
Gu Siyuan's act of coming to his rescue was truly unexpected.
After all, Gu Xiaohou, who has a notorious reputation, is by no means a kind person.
To put it bluntly, he wouldn't even blink if someone died in front of him.
But why today...?
Pei Qingyan couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it. After all, it was an undeniable fact that Gu Siyuan had saved Song Zhiyu.
He remembered this kindness.
Song Zhiyu nodded in agreement, understanding Pei Qingyan's meaning. "Brother, don't worry, I understand. But I owe Young Master Gu a favor. I'll repay him whenever he comes to collect it."
Gu Siyuan made her feel inexplicably dangerous, and out of her instinct to avoid harm, she was unwilling to get too involved with him.
After repaying the debt of gratitude, they were even.
“Alright, I’ll repay this debt of gratitude with you, but right now the most important thing is them. We should be clear about what is right and wrong, and naturally we should repay kindness with kindness and avenge wrongs.” Pei Qingyan turned his head and looked at the crowd gathered in a circle in front of him.
Song Zhiyu looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the servants had rescued the Prince's son at some point.
At this moment, he slowly woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, the Prince's heir saw dozens of bright eyes staring straight at him, their eyes filled with a hidden smile, revealing a hint of schadenfreude.
"The prince has woken up!" someone suddenly shouted, and in an instant, another circle of people surrounded the prince's son, all eager to see a good show.
"Why are there so many people..." The Prince's son opened his eyes wide in a daze, his right hand touching his forehead, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
He vaguely remembered that he had sent someone to push Song Zhiyu into the lake and had arranged for a man to save her.
Once Song Zhiyu is rescued by the people he arranged, he can use this as an excuse to claim that Song Zhiyu had intimate relations with the servant.
Marquis Chengen had no choice but to give face to the Prince's Mansion.
For the sake of its reputation, the Marquis's family would certainly arrange for the two to get married.
A village girl and a servant are a match made in heaven.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Zhiyu had no choice but to grit her teeth and accept the marriage.
At that time, he not only vented his anger, but also removed an obstacle for Shu'er.
The Marquis of Chengen's mansion will completely abandon Song Zhiyu, and she will never be able to recover.
But the Prince's heir did not expect that Song Zhiyu would be so lucky to be rescued and escape disaster.
On the contrary, he was kicked in the buttocks during the shoving and fell into the water.
As for what happened after that, he couldn't remember it very well.
Thinking of this, the prince's heir was filled with rage.
It's best not to let him find the person who caused him to fall into the water, otherwise he'll definitely skin that person alive to vent his anger.
Just then, a sharp pain shot through his lips, and the prince grimaced in pain. He then felt a weight on his left hand, as if something was binding it.
He looked down with a grim face, and his face instantly turned ashen as the memories from just moments before flooded his mind.
"You bastard, get out of my way!" The prince's son sat up abruptly, shouting angrily. He flung the man away with a swift motion, and then kicked him twice more, still not satisfied with his outburst.
Thinking about what happened in the lake, the Prince's son was furious. His face turned from white to green and then to red.
"The Prince's heir is truly heartless. He turned his back on us as soon as he was saved." Song Zhiyu spoke softly from the crowd, tearing away the Prince's veil of shame and trampling his face underfoot.
Sure enough, as soon as those words were spoken, everyone instantly recalled the exciting scene from just now, their smiles becoming inexplicable and extremely irritating.
The man knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the earth, trembling like a leaf, whether from fear or cold, it was hard to tell. "Your Highness, this servant doesn't know why this is happening. This servant was just following your orders."
Who knew that once in the water, he seemed to lose his mind and mistook someone for someone else. This servant has absolutely no improper thoughts towards the young master; I beg the young master to see the truth.
He followed the instructions of the Prince's heir and lay in ambush nearby. As soon as someone fell into the water, he jumped in and rescued them.
But shortly after he entered the water, he smelled a faint fragrance, and suddenly everything became murky, making it impossible for him to recognize who he was trying to save.
Upon touching that person's body, he felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and a powerful urge welled up within him. Even the cool lake water couldn't bring him back to his senses.
He thought that the prince's original intention was also to ruin Song Zhiyu's reputation.
In that case, it doesn't matter what the process is, as long as he can achieve his goal and complete the task assigned by the Crown Prince.
Who would have thought that person would be the crown prince...
Thinking of the Prince's son's methods of disciplining people, the man's face instantly drained of color, and cold sweat seeped out from his back. He almost couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.
"Your Highness, spare my life! This servant didn't know that the person who fell into the water was not Miss Song but you. This servant was just doing what you ordered."
If I had known it was the heir apparent, I would have dared not commit such an act of disrespect, even if it meant being beaten to death.
His words caused a huge stir; they hadn't expected Song Zhiyu to be involved.
Hearing the man say this, they suddenly remembered that Song Zhiyu had almost fallen into the water earlier, and couldn't help but smell the scent of a conspiracy.
"Nonsense! When have I ever done such a thing? Guards, drag this dog slave away and beat him to death!" The prince noticed that the gazes on him were strange, and he hardened his heart, eager to kill and silence him.
Just as the man was about to be covered and dragged away, Song Zhiyu finally spoke up, "Wait."
Song Zhiyu walked out through the crowd, with Pei Qingyan following behind her at a leisurely pace. However, his gentle eyes held a hint of vigilance as he watched the Prince's every move.
“Your Highness, why don’t you tell me what this servant is saying? Why is he so sure I will fall into the water? Is there something I don’t know about this?” Song Zhiyu curled his lips, his sharp eyes staring directly at the Prince’s son, as if he could see through the darkness in his heart.
The prince's son looked away uncomfortably, and said angrily, "How would I know? Maybe he's just making things up. It's not your place to tell me what to do when I'm disciplining my servants."
"Why must Your Highness be angry? Since this servant mentioned me and it concerns me, I naturally need to get to the bottom of this." Song Zhiyu's tone was calm, his smile unchanged, unmoved by the Prince's anger.
Meeting the Prince's angry eyes, which were burning with two small flames, Song Zhiyu continued to stab him in the back, "Everyone has their own preferences, and homosexuality is not something to be ashamed of. Prince, don't get so angry that you hurt yourself."
"You..." The prince's son was so angry that he didn't know how to refute, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.
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