Even more horrifying was what happened after Song Huiru hit Junzhu;
As if suddenly given an order, all the deaf and mute servants in the outer courtyard put down their work and silently surrounded her, blocking her courtyard gate completely.
Song Huiru: "..."
Holy crap, what kind of monsters has Shang Beiyu raised?!
She felt a chill run down her spine, staggered back a step, tripped over her own skirt, and fell to the ground.
"Miss...!" Yunwei and Yunzhu, whose face was covered in blood, tried to help her up.
"Don't come any closer!" Song Huiru exclaimed in horror as she reached out to stop them.
Seeing that they seemed genuinely worried about her, Song Huiru's mind raced.
She pulled a gold hairpin from her hair and pressed it hard against her neck, probing, "Shang Beiyu rescued me and hid me here, isn't it because I can help him? Then you should call him to come and explain to me, otherwise I would rather die than be imprisoned here by him without knowing why!"
"With my death, all his plans will fall through!"
Yunwei and Yunzhu were in a difficult position: "Miss, the master said that if there is anything important, he will come of his own accord..."
"If you don't go, I'll die right here in front of you!" Song Huiru said, seemingly insane, as she ruthlessly plunged her hairpin into her own neck.
Song Huiru didn't want to die at all; the sharp, stabbing pain made her tremble.
She didn't know if doing this would make any difference; all she knew was that if she gave in and compromised today, she would most likely remain imprisoned here like this forever.
She had to force Shang Beiyu out; she had to hold onto that man tightly.
Only by holding onto that man could she reach the top again and avenge her blood feud!
Only by holding onto that man can she live a life worthy of her burdens!
When Junzhu, Junwei, and the deaf-mute servants outside the courtyard saw that Song Huiru had really gone after them, they were all frightened and involuntarily took two steps back.
Yunwei finally relented and said, "Miss, please don't be agitated. Please wait a moment, and I will go and ask my master for permission."
Beside the Cold Palace.
After hearing Yunwei's report in the communication jade slip, Xiaojianzi couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath: "That little hussy really knows how to cause trouble."
"Who are you talking about?" Shang Beiyu's voice came from behind.
He emerged from the dry well in the corner of the courtyard, walking towards Xiaojianzi while wiping the blood off his fingers with a white handkerchief stained with blood.
Xiao Jianzi immediately reported Song Huiru's demonic possession, glanced at the blood-stained white handkerchief in Shang Beiyu's hand, and asked ingratiatingly, "Your Majesty, has he confessed?"
"I've confessed," Shang Beiyu said, his expression and voice equally indifferent.
Little Cocoon's face immediately lit up with joy: "Congratulations..."
“He is a loyal and devoted servant. Let’s return him,” Shang Beiyu said, tossing the blood-stained handkerchief into Xiao Jianzi’s arms.
Little Cocoon: "..."
Return it?
Could it be that what His Excellency meant by "explained" is...?
Haha, Your Majesty has also learned dark humor!
Shang Beiyu leisurely brewed another pot of hot tea, washed his hands with the tea, then took out a hooded black coat, covered his whole body in it, and then rode his sword into the air, using black mist to conceal the sword marks, and flew towards Song Huiru's residence under the cover of night.
As Shang Beiyu approached Song Huiru's residence, he spotted Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao, dressed in black, sneaking towards her place. He scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered that guards from the Ninth Prince's mansion were stationed and lying in wait at each of the four corners of Song Huiru's residence.
"It seems my little thing is even smarter than I thought," Shang Beiyu chuckled, not angry at all.
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