Chapter 7: Beating the Attractive Young Man to Death While Alive
“This servant…… understands.” Ting Yue nodded, confused.
“Ting Yue, if you don’t agree with my methods, I can give you some money and let you leave.” Yao Mo Wan didn’t blame Ting Yue. It was not possible to make someone who had not gone through the painful experiences she had understand her bitter anguish, but she could not leave someone that would question her at her side.
“In Ting Yue’s eyes, whatever Miss does is right! In the future, as long as Miss orders it, Ting Yue will not hesitate even if she has to sacrifice this life!” Every word, every sentence of Ting Yue’s was powerful and resounded.
“The day’s turned cold, let’s return……” Yao Mo Wan’s cherry lips smoothed as she faintly smiled towards Ting Yue. She believes that one day, Ting Yue will understand what she means. But right now, she should have a proper rest.
The next day, Yao Tu wrote a played down report about the firewood room fire and gave it to Yao Zhen Ting. Yao Zhen Ting naturally wouldn’t care much about this little matter and just breezed over it and taking it as the matter was dealt with.
“How should we handle the empress’s funeral?” In the study, Yao Zhen Ting leaned against the chair, exhausted as he asked apprehensively. Since his majesty declared that the empress died from a difficult childbirth, naturally Yao Mo Xin’s funeral must be done grandly as according to the empress’s etiquette. Yao Xiang fu, as the maternal family, unavoidably has to attend to the wake.
“Replying lao ye, all the preparations are ready, we only have to wait for the court to set a date.” Yao Tu respectfully reported.
“That’s enough, you can withdraw!” Yao Zhen Ting used his fingers to rub his temples. Yao Mo Xin and Prince Su’s improper relations is a crime that cannot even be wiped out by death. Now, he only hopes Yao Mo Xin’s matters will not affect Yao fu‘s position in his majesty’s thoughts, otherwise their gains would not be able to make up their losses.
“Lao ye……. Lou Yu Xing has already been taken care of, the Virtue Cloud Performance Troupe has also left the Imperial City and will never return.” Yao Tu reported in a low voice.
“Even killing him doesn’t relieve the hatred. If she didn’t have a daughter that was a gui fei, lao fu would personally slaughter her!” Yao Zhen Ting frowned, adding more force to the hand pressed against his temple.
“The old servant will withdraw.” Yao Tu is usually of few words. This is also one of the reasons Yao Zhen Ting trusts him.
Opaque Flower Pavilion
The sunshine passed through the criss-crossed window lattice and cast mottled shadows. Yao Mo Wan’s beautiful eyes fluttered like fans, her forehead was filled with fine beads of sweat. The brocade mattress that was gripped tightly by both hands was filled with creases.
“Ah— Zhong er!” A shrill voice suddenly sounded and Yao Mo Wan abruptly got up, roughly gasping for breath. Even though she was in a dream, but the entire scene of the Cold Palace was incomparably real as it appeared in Yao Mo Wan’s mind, causing her to feel as if she was really there.
“Miss, are you alright?” At this time, Ting Yue shouted as she ran in, asking worriedly.
“I’m fine…… I just had a nightmare, has Liu Xing arrived?” Yao Mo Wan wiped off the tears at the corners of her eyes, leaving no trace, and fiercely exhaled a long breath.
“He’s arrived, he’s waiting in the reception room.” Ting Yue answered.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? Bring the clothes over.” Yao Mo Wan lifted her eyes to look outside the window, reckon it’s almost noon.
“This servant saw that Miss seemed exhausted and couldn’t bear to wake Miss up.” Seeing Yao Mo Wan worried, Ting Yue immediately got the clothes down from the clothes rack and helped Yao Mo Wan wash up.
When Yao Mo Wan walked out of the bedroom, Liu Xing currently respectfully standing in the middle of the reception room.
“Why didn’t you sit down to wait?” Yao Mo Wan asked.
“Liu Xing is a servant, how could it be proper for me to wait for Miss while sitting.” Seeing Yao Mo Wan walk out, Liu Xing’s eyes subconsciously exuded happiness. Yao Mo Wan saw all of this and a smudge of helplessness flashed through her heart.
“Lou Yu Xin is dead?” Yao Mo Wan did not have Liu Xing sit. Letting him clarify this relationship is also good, as to avoid deep-rooted feelings and asking for trouble.
“Miss really has incredible foresight. Last night Liu Xing found someone to tail Lou Yu Xing and just happened to see him be kicked and beaten to death by several masked people.” Liu Xing looked at Yao Mo Wan with worship.