C5

Su He opened the door and the maidservants entered.

Wei Yi came out of the inner room and sat on the table.

With his head down, he could only see the black boots of the horse under the table and the purple robes embroidered with the horns of the auspicious clouds.

As long as Wei Yi sat there, Wangchuan would be able to imagine his appearance. He was quiet and chilly, with sharp eyes and a face as white as jade that would forever carry a baleful aura that would cause people to not dare to approach him.

Wu Chuan could clearly feel that the air around him had become colder, and everyone became more cautious.

The maidservant carrying the copper basin helped Wei Yi wash up, before bowing her head and leaving.

Afterwards, they placed the food on the table one by one. The maid in front of them put down the food and left without making any sound.

When it was Wu Chuan's turn, the clanging of the plates reached his ears.

Wu Chuan trembled in fear and immediately kneeled down, saying with a trembling voice, "Long live my apologies."

Even if she was to be even more careful, something still went wrong.

Wangchuan had been a Imperial Secret Service guard for eight years. She had hundreds of ways to make her kill people, but this was the first time she had to serve someone.

Even Gu Zheng had never thought of doing all this for him.

However, Wei Qianshui's brutality was not a rumor.

Wei Yi glanced coldly at the maidservant kneeling at his feet in apology. Was it her?

He suddenly chuckled softly and a dark light flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

The girl recognized her mistake quickly, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes. That fearful expression and actions were also part of a show.

Hearing his laughter, Wangchuan felt his heart tighten.

Wei Yi's temperament was volatile and his killing intent was concentrated in a single thought.

The pain from the previous time was still fresh in his memory.

"You're not afraid of him."

It was a question, but it was also a certainty.

In the blink of an eye, his heart had been going through a hundred twists and thousands of cycles.

After a short moment, she decided to kiss Wei Yi's ass. As for how she was going to kiss him …

"A thousand years is all that this servant has. To the lord, this servant has nothing but respect and fear."

The sound was clear and melodious, just like the bird Wei Yi had raised.

Wu Chuan's words had obviously pleased Wei Yi.

"I'll let you go this time. You can leave now."

His voice was deep and cold. Just like Wei Yi.

Wu Chuan kowtowed to express his gratitude and quickly left. She was afraid that if she walked too slowly, Wei Yi would go back on his words and change his mind.

As Wei Yi looked at that skinny back, he thought back to the time when he was fearless against death in front of that skinny figure.

This girl had changed a lot.

Wei Yi laughed coldly, "You've managed to keep your cool. Right, has there been any news of her death from the Gu Residence?"

"Done."

Su He, who was standing at the side, respectfully replied. However, he felt even more puzzled in his heart.

A thousand years of torture for this girl, and yet she gave away her treasure. The only herb left in the world was wasted on an insignificant person. What a pity.

Could it be that thousand years has gone by since he was last seen by a young lady …

"Then why did I send that servant girl to serve Young Master?" Having been by his side for so long, he naturally knew how to read words.

Wei Yi didn't reply, and Su He knew that he had agreed.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw that everyone was staring at her in surprise.

Only Coral ran over and said worriedly, "Wu Chuan, are you alright? When you didn't come out just now, everyone thought you wouldn't be able to come back. "

The little girl looked worried, then pulled Wangchuan around to inspect her body.

Wu Chuan's heart warmed, "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's been a thousand years and I'm not troubled."

The Wei Mansion was a place that was even scarier than the imperial palace. She had to be careful and not make the slightest mistake. She felt like she was stepping on a knife, her feet dripping with blood. Even so, it was not as painful as the heart piercing pain Gu Zheng had given her.