The thought of Mu Chenshuang living a carefree life while she had to copy Buddhist scriptures in this shabby Buddhist hall made Mu Yazhi so angry that her teeth itched.
After pondering for a long time, Mu Yazhi had an idea.
Mu Yazhi turned her head and looked at Huan'er with a solemn expression.
"Go out and call for help in a bit. Just say I hanged myself, understand?"
Huan'er stared wide-eyed at Mu Yazhi in horror and said, "Miss, please don't do anything foolish!"
Mu Yazhi looked at Huan'er with exasperation: "Then think of another way to get me out!"
Huan'er fell silent instantly.
After a while, Huan'er stammered, "This servant...this servant can't think of any way either."
Huan'er looked at Mu Yazhi with a worried expression.
Mu Yazhi said angrily, "I can't stay in this place for even a day longer. The only way I can get them to let me out is by threatening to kill myself!"
After saying that, Mu Yazhi almost squeezed out another sentence through gritted teeth, "Just do as I say. In a little while, tell them that I hanged myself, and see if anyone comes!"
Huan'er looked helpless.
"Miss, should I go find the Marquis first, or the Madam first?"
Mu Yazhi glanced outside and casually said, "Someone in the temple will inform the Prince's Mansion. Just shout loudly, the more people you shout, the better. Try to make this a big deal."
At this point, Mu Yazhi smirked, then a smug look appeared on her face.
"If that's the case, they'll definitely focus their attention on me. I won't be able to stay here for more than a few days. When I get back, I'll definitely make Mu Chenshuang pay!"
In the afternoon, Mu Yazhi said to Huan'er, "Go out and shout now, the louder the better."
Huan'er still looked at Mu Yazhi with concern.
Mu Yazhi is currently hanging white silk on the roof, and Hua'er is really afraid that Mu Yazhi might accidentally cause a big mess.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go. Do you have to wait until something happens to me?"
Mu Yazhi's eyes were practically spitting fire.
Upon seeing this, Huan'er hurriedly ran outside.
Before long, Huan'er's terrified voice rang out.
"Help! The Third Miss has hanged herself! Please come and save her!"
Upon hearing this, the maids and servants in the courtyard hurriedly went to the Buddhist hall where Mu Yazhi was.
In a short time, six or seven people squeezed towards the Buddhist hall.
Those who had rushed to the Buddhist hall earlier were immediately dumbfounded when they saw it.
All that could be seen was Mu Yazhi hanging from the white silk, swaying precariously.
A strong servant ran forward and lifted Mu Yazhi down from the chair with one foot on it.
At this moment, Mu Yazhi had already fallen into a coma.
"What happened to the Third Miss? Is there any hope for her? Please help her!"
"Has anyone gone to inform the master, and also to tell the madam this news?"
"Save lives first, we can't worry about anything else now!"
...
Everyone was talking at once, and the whole thing was in complete chaos.
Just then, someone suddenly walked up to Mu Yazhi and pinched her philtrum with their finger.
But Mu Yazhi's face was pale, her brows were furrowed, and her face was flushed red.
The man increased the pressure on his hand, and Mu Yazhi finally slowly woke up.
Then, the man quickly ran his hands through Mu Yazhi's arms. After he finished, Mu Yazhi's condition improved significantly, and her breathing became a little easier.
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