Chapter 11
"How dare you! How dare you address His Highness by his name?"
Cang Xu roared so loudly that You Yang trembled.
Her legs went limp, and her knees hit the ground with a thud. She knelt down spinelessly, "Your Highness, I was wrong."
It was already dark outside. Youyang's room was not like the teahouse's wing rooms. There was no soft carpet, only cold, hard stone slabs.
This kneeling made her already injured knees even worse, and she gasped in pain.
But she had no choice. She had already seen Song Yanting's martial arts today. She was no match for him. He also brought two thugs with him. Who could beat him?
He who knows the times is a hero. If you can't win, then beg for mercy to save your life.
She thought she must be the most spineless heroine in all the storybooks. How many times did she have to kneel every day?
Her poor knees.
She slid to her knees so fast that Cang Xu and Cang Lin were stunned.
The room was completely silent except for the breathing of a few people. They were probably all shocked by You Yang's decisive kneeling.
The flickering candlelight cast Song Yanting's silhouette on the window paper.
Seeing her frankness, Song Yanting tapped the cup wall with his fingertips and looked at her, asking her with interest: "Oh? What's wrong, Miss You?"
Was his good brother Song Yunlan hiding beside her? Or was it about the dagger he stole?
Aren't these the only two things that are related to him?
Could it be that he's afraid that I'll tell others about what I overheard today, and he's out to kill me to silence me?!
What to do...
You Yang was so anxious that her mind was in a mess.
Which one should she say? If she said the wrong thing, wouldn't she be silenced by a chopstick?
But thinking about it carefully, if he really came here to silence her, her life would be in danger no matter how she tried to mediate.
Besides, Song Yunlan has been with her for a while, but Song Yanting has never come to see her. But he came to her today when she had picked up a knife. After thinking about it, the most likely thing is that he came to silence her!
The room was very dark. Apart from the candles on both sides of the door and the lit candle on the table in front of Song Yanting, there was no other light source in the room.
You Yang lowered her head and covered her hair, using the darkness to hide her regret.
She shouldn't have followed the knife, no, she shouldn't have jumped into that unlucky teahouse!
She didn't dare to bring up the matter of silencing the witness, so she settled for the second best and first admitted that the dagger had been used.
"I...I shouldn't have stolen your guard's dagger..."
Upon hearing this, Song Yan raised his hand to dismiss the guards on his left and right. The wooden door was closed again, leaving only the two of them in the room.
He stood up from the short wooden chair and slowly approached You Yang, who had his head down and eyes rolling around, wondering what bad idea he was thinking of.
When he got close, Song Yanting bent down and moved closer to Youyang.
Those two slender fingers with distinct joints gently pinched her fair and slightly pointed chin, lifted it up, and forced her to look at him.
Song Yan laughed as he heard those dark, dark eyes staring at her, "Why would I come here in person just for a broken dagger? Miss You, do you think that's possible?"
He had a meaningful look on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He stared at Youyang's charming and beautiful face with a playful smile.
To You Yang, this smile was no different from the smile he saw when he saw the Black and White Impermanence in the underground Yama Palace, with their pale faces and long tongues hanging out.
Confess and you will be rewarded; resist and you will be killed.
You Yang closed her eyes and blurted out everything about Song Yunlan in one breath, not daring to hide anything, not even taking a breath.
"That's all I did. I don't know anything else. Your Highness, please don't kill me."
Song Yan's eyes moved slightly when he heard this. He looked carefully at You Yang's charming little face, which was red due to lack of oxygen due to speaking too quickly. After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and did not dare to look at him.
He chuckled, grabbed Youyang's left wrist and lifted her up from the ground like a chicken.
"Miss You has such a beautiful face, how could this king bear to let you die like this."
No need to die? That's great!
You Yang was overjoyed, her two little eyes opened with light, and she felt the scorching heat on her wrist. She tried to struggle a few times but failed, and looked at him in confusion.
Doesn't she need to die? Then she shouldn't have any problem.
Song Yanting's grip did not loosen, but tightened even more.
He didn't care at all how inappropriate his behavior was. He just admired the beauty's expression of joy and the charm revealed in her eyes when she was confused.
Looking at such beautiful things for a long time would arouse the evil thoughts brewing deep in Song Yanting's heart.
It seemed like he didn't want to make her so happy anymore.
Song Yanting then let go of You Yang's wrist and changed the subject, "But."
There was a circle of red marks on her wrist, but Youyang didn't care about it. Her heart was completely taken up by what Song Yan heard.
"But?! You're not going to regret it, are you?"
"Yes, I am going to go back on my word. What can you do to me?" Song Yanting crossed his arms in front of his chest, grabbed the two long red straps hanging from the shoulder guards, rubbed them between his fingertips, and walked back.
"No, Your Highness Xuan Wang." You Yang clasped his hands together and followed closely behind Song Yan Ting. "You are the dignified Xuan Wang. Going back on your words will undermine the dignity of the royal family."
"Want to live?" Song Yanting returned to the wooden chair and sat down with a smile, tapping the table in front of the empty teacup with his index finger twice.
"Then you have to let me see Miss You's sincerity."
You Yang understood what he meant, and she used her left hand, which was not seriously injured, to pick up the small teapot and pour a full cup of cold tea for Song Yanting.
"Your Highness, please."
Song Yan glanced at the tea, raised his eyes in surprise and stared at You Yang for a moment. Instead of drinking the tea, he nodded with great satisfaction.
You Yang bent down and looked down at Song Yan, confused by his reaction. He hadn't even drunk the tea, so why was he nodding for no reason?
Outside the door, Cang Lin leaned sideways to the door and signaled to Song Yan that it was almost time to leave.
Song Yan hadn't even sat down yet when he stood up again. If You Yang hadn't reacted quickly and dodged, he would have been hit and his eyes would have been full of stars.
Song Yanting walked out, "Alright, you have passed this king's test."
"What? What test?" You Yang's right eyelid twitched wildly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.
Song Yan listened without turning his head, "From today on, you will be my personal guard."
"What?!" You Yang couldn't follow his train of thought and just thought it was ridiculous.
She was completely repulsed, not caring about her status or etiquette, and blurted out, "Are you crazy? Two guards aren't enough, and besides, can't you protect yourself?"
She raised her two hands, one big and one small, with her palms facing Song Yanting, expressing her refusal with her actions.
"No, absolutely not. Since you came to the You family to find me, you must have already investigated my current situation clearly. How could I have the time to do anything like being a bodyguard for you?"
Song Yanting asked directly: "Don't worry about anything else, I just want to ask you whether you agree or not."
"Is there any choice but to respond..." You Yang asked weakly.
Song Yanting put his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly, "Yes."
You Yang felt hopeful again, "What is it?"
"Then there's only death." Song Yan turned around and looked fierce at the word "death".
"Yes!" You Yang blurted out.
"Haha... What a great thing to be the dignified guard of King Xuan, so great, so impressive, haha..." The smile became more and more bitter.
I kept comforting myself in my heart, thinking that it was good to be alive, and nothing would be a problem if I left here.
After hearing a satisfactory answer, Song Yan opened the door and left with Cang Lin and Cang Xu, disappearing into the night.
You Yang clenched her left hand and stamped her feet in anger.
“Ahhhh!”
The villain is indeed a villain. He knows that she values her life and uses this to threaten her.
It's over. She's now on the villain's ship and can't get off.
Things have come to this point, she is powerless to save the situation, the villain is unfathomable, she is definitely no match for him
Since you can't beat them, try joining them. Maybe it's another way out.
Anyway, there is no need to exchange soul blood here, and it has nothing to do with her if Song Yanting dies in an accident.
You Yang stared at his right hand and muttered to himself, "I can't delay this injury any longer. Let's go find some medicinal wine."
As she walked out, she accidentally kicked something, which was the sound of a porcelain bottle rolling.
You Yang lowered her head to search, and finally found a white jade porcelain bottle stuffed with red cloth in a corner not far away.
She opened the stopper curiously, and a medicinal fragrance came out, the smell of golden healing medicine.
You Yang was curious about who had given it to her, so she picked up the white porcelain bottle to examine it, and finally found the word "listen" on the bottom of the bottle.
"Did Song Yanting give it to you?"
After closing the door, Youyang changed her clothes which were no longer presentable, treated the injury simply, tore a long belt from the torn clothes to tie up her injured right hand, fetched some water to wash herself up, covered her face, took out the extremely sharp dagger and held it in her left hand, sat by the window and quietly waited for the arrival of the night.
This time, she won't show mercy.
......
The hour of Chou has arrived.
You Yang walked against the wind in the moonlight and successfully entered Liu Mei's yard. What surprised her from a distance was that the main house was brightly lit.
Not slept?
Something is wrong.
She jumped down from the wall, glanced around, and after confirming that no one saw her, she slipped closer to the main house and hid behind a pillar on the corridor. She noticed that there was no maid guarding outside the Liumei main house.
Youyang couldn't hear anything in front of the main house, so he went around to the wall behind the main house, which was closest to the inner room.
She leaned against the wall and listened carefully, but all she could hear was breathing, which sounded heavy and breathless.
It's a respite for two people.
You Yang: “…”
Her stepfather's relentless attitude in questioning Liu Mei made her mistakenly believe that he would ignore her for at least a while.
It hasn't been long since then, and they're together again. It's outrageous.
Since he hadn't slept yet and the situation inside was not easy to take action, Youyang decided to come back later.
She came to the backyard and felt around one room at a time. In each room, there were many maids living in one.
Suddenly she remembered that the mistress's personal nanny was a first-class slave and lived in a separate room. Following this line of thought, Youyang finally found the nanny's residence.
You Yang leaned against the window and listened carefully to the breathing sounds in the inner room. They were even and long, indicating that the person was undoubtedly in deep sleep.
She pushed the door open and saw a small hill of sleep on the bed in front of her.
You Yang stared at the front, drew out the knife with his left hand, held the hilt in reverse, and placed the sharp blade against the side of his arm, walking forward step by step.
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