The backyard of Chu Xing Building was washed clean by water. The housekeeper was not there, and several life-threatening incidents happened suddenly. The servants and guards in the mansion were terrified, like headless flies.
What happened in the evening, by the time Chu Yunyao hurried back to the Marshal's Mansion, it was already time to light up the lamp.
If it is not dealt with in time, the fact that she shot and killed the guards sent by the President and the Overseer will soon spread.
Maybe the president and the warlord's wife will take the opportunity to trouble Mo Lingyuan.
Standing in the backyard, Chu Yunyao asked the trembling servant, "Where's Zeng Jiali?"
"Take it, carry it to her wing." Seeing Chu Yunyao, the servant did not dare to look her in the eye, lowered his head, and stammered an apology: "Yes, I'm sorry, Young Madam, I, I wasn't If you deliberately speak ill of you, you adults will not count the faults of villains..."
He babbled a lot, but didn't get a response for a long time.
The servant raised his head boldly, where is the shadow of the young lady in front of him?
Turning around to search, Chu Yunyao's slender figure had disappeared into Zeng Jiali's yard.
"Where is the person? How is it?" Seeing that there were two guards left guarding the courtyard, Chu Yunyao asked while walking in.
"I fainted, and I haven't woken up." The guard reminded in a low voice: "Young Madam, the gunshots were too loud, and the Young Marshal is not in the mansion. The servants are frightened, and there are too many people talking. This matter will not be suppressed sooner or later. What if the Overseer and the President send someone over to investigate?"
"It's good to tell the truth." Chu Yunyao stepped into the bedroom, "Let's not hide it tonight, and wait for the butler to come back tomorrow to deal with it."
"Yes." One of the guards withdrew: "I will close the door of the Marshal's Mansion now, and no one will be allowed to go out."
Chu Yunyao was noncommittal, staring indifferently at the woman lying on the bed who was still "dizzy", and a trace of impatience flashed between her brows: "Wake up with water."
The guard picked up the footwashing water on the ground and poured it on Zeng Jiali's pocket.
Zeng Jiali's eyelashes were shaking desperately, but she refused to open them.
Chu Yunyao sneered coldly: "It's really bearable, since you don't cooperate, then we have nothing to talk about."
The guard left the bedroom at Chu Yunyao's signal, and closed the door behind him.
Chu Yunyao stood at the head of the bed: "How does the Governor's wife want you to deal with me? Tell me, and I will spare you?"
Zeng Jiali's red lips trembled, the masseter muscles on the side of her face were tense, her eyes were closed tightly, and she ignored it.
Chu Yunyao really didn't have the patience to waste time with her, so she slapped her bloody back and pressed hard.
Zeng Jiali's howling sounded like a pig being slaughtered in the bedroom, "Chu Yunyao, you ugly bastard, you have already taken two lives in your hands, the madam and the president will not let you go."
The corners of Chu Yunyao's lips curled slightly, "Since two lives have already been taken, one more of you is not too much."
It's better to kill them all.
Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.
She grabbed the quilt, covered her head, and held it tightly.
In just a few minutes, the frantically struggling woman fell silent.
Chu Yunyao lifted the quilt and probed her nose with her fingers.
Zeng Jiali has passed away.
A gust of wind blows, the candles in the bedroom are extinguished, and the cold moonlight spills in from the window, like a hazy mist, and like a shaking ghost.
Chu Yunyao went back to Wangyue Pavilion, took a change of clothes, took a bath in the hot spring pool, washed off the smell of blood, and went straight to the back kitchen...
The women were sitting on the haystack, chatting about something in a low voice, when they saw her come in, they were all so scared that they didn't dare to come out...