An impatient voice sounded outside the sedan. Song Jiuxi opened the sedan curtain and glanced coldly at the guard who made the noise.
The guard shuddered when she stared at her and straightened his shoulders subconsciously. But then he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was just a weak woman.
He snorted coldly and urged: "Let's go quickly, don't wait any longer."
Song Jiuxi didn't argue with him. They were walking through the side entrance of the Duke's Mansion, and it didn't look like they were going to celebrate a happy event.
However, if Yan Shubai is really going to die, the Duke's mansion will not be able to hold a happy event.
Song Jiuxi didn't care about the government's attitude.
The guard took her directly into a courtyard in the Duke's Mansion. Before she walked in, she could smell a strong smell of medicine from a distance.
The yard was quiet, there was no sound at all.
But Song Jiuxi walked in and found that there were many people inside.
People under the maid came in and out, but no sound was made.
The guard brought Song Jiuxi to the door, and then said to a woman who looked like a maid: "Miss Yunqin, this is the eldest young lady."
Yun Qin took a look at Song Jiuxi and realized that Song Jiuxi was indeed a beauty.
She has a beautiful and charming appearance, with cold brows, but she is dressed in a fiery red dress.
The red dress was just an ordinary style, but she was tall, with a slender waist, calm eyebrows, and fair skin.
Even without wearing any jewelry, people can’t take their eyes off her.
A trace of jealousy flashed in Yun Qin's eyes, and then he thought scornfully in his heart: What's the point of being a young lady, she's just a sedan carried into the house from the side door.
However, she still smiled and explained: "Young madam, please forgive me, but the eldest young master is not in good health and is still lying in bed. The master said that he will hold a wedding banquet when the young master gets better."
Song Jiuxi nodded, not paying much attention.
Yun Qin said: "Hexin wine has been prepared in the house, but the young master is unconscious now, so you have to drink this wine by yourself."
After Yun Qin finished speaking, he deliberately laughed.
How can you drink Hexin wine alone on your wedding night?
But Song Jiuxi walked into the room without even looking at her.
In addition to the smell of medicine, the room also smelled of blood.
A little maid was lowering her head to wipe the blood on the ground. The blood was bright red, as if it had just been stained.
Yun Qin said meaningfully: "Just now, a blind maid accidentally drank the medicine. The young master was so angry that he chopped off her head with a sword. But Madam, don't worry, the young master has fallen asleep at this time. He
I won’t do anything carelessly.”
There have long been rumors in the capital that Yan Shubai's temperament changed drastically after he came back from the battlefield defeated.
Not only was it cruel and vicious, but the killing was even worse.
It is said that no one around him survived more than a month.
Yun Qin waited for Song Jiuxi to show fear, and it would be best if he could scream and run out, but Song Jiuxi's expression remained calm, and a hint of secret hatred flashed in Yun Qin's eyes.
Song Jiuxi sat down at the table, opposite the bed. Because the curtain was covering it, he could only see a blurry figure.
Two red candles were lit on the table. Apart from this red point, the room was only dark and cold.
Yun Qin frowned and said, "Young madam, you can't keep this silver gun in the young master's room, lest it bump into the young master. I'll take it out for you..."
Que Yun can shrink to three feet in length. Song Jiuxi put it on the table after sitting down. Yun Qin came to get it, but Song Jiuxi put his hand on the handle of the gun.
"Young Madam, the rules in the house are like this..."
Song Jiuxi snorted coldly: "Am I the master, or are you the master? Do the maids of the Duke's Mansion dare to ride on the master's head?"
"I don't dare." Yun Qin was not afraid at all.
What kind of master is Song Jiuxi? He is a wife or not, a concubine or not. It is not certain whether he can survive by the young master's side.
Yun Qin rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Young Madam, there are many rules in the house. You are not familiar with them when you first come here. I will explain them to you tomorrow. But it is too late tonight, so you can finish it by yourself."
Go to bed early after drinking some wine.
If Madam is brave, she can sleep next to the young master, there is no other place for you to sleep."
Saying that, Yun Qin was about to come to get Song Jiuxi's silver spear. Even though Song Jiuxi was alone in the deep house, he didn't dare to offend them.
No one in this house will make the decision for Song Jiuxi.
suddenly.
ah--!
With a scream, Yunqin held his fingers and fell to the ground.
"How dare you?!" Yun Qin screamed in pain. She looked at one of her fingers that had been cut off in disbelief. The bloody severed finger made her eyes dizzy.
Song Jiuxi said coldly: "As a maid, you dare to yell in front of me. Since you are a maid, remember your duty. Next time, it won't be a matter of a finger."
Yun Qin gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Song Jiuxi, I'm going to report to the master and his wife. Just wait, you will definitely be kicked out of the house!"
Song Jiuxi shouted: "Get out!"
Yunqin's teeth were almost broken. She picked up her fingers angrily and stumbled out.
Song Jiuxi could finally be alone and quietly. She looked at the food and wine on the table and began to enjoy them without ceremony.
She didn't eat much all day today and she was almost starving to death.
But when she was halfway through eating, she suddenly heard a hoarse voice saying, "Give me a glass of water."
Song Jiuxi raised her head and looked at the bed opposite. She didn't move, and the sound from the bed sounded again.
"Excuse me, madam, please give me a glass of water."
Song Jiuxi raised her eyebrows in surprise. She thought she would have to spend the night with someone whose life or death she didn't know.
Unexpectedly, Yan Shubai could still speak.
She poured a glass of water and carried it over. After opening the curtain, at first glance she thought she was seeing a dying and consumptive ghost, her face was frighteningly white.
But after a closer look, I found that Yan Shubai was very tall and had sharp features. If he hadn't been sick and looked weak and pale, he would have been a very handsome man.
Yan Shubai smiled and said again: "Madam, water."
Song Jiuxi came to her senses and handed over the water expressionlessly. Yan Shubai raised his hand and said helplessly: "Madam, I can't move because of my husband."
Song Jiuxi thought that Yan Shubai would die in half a month, so he couldn't die yet.
She lifted Yan Shubai's head with one hand and poured water from his mouth with the other hand.
Yan Shubai choked twice, and Song Jiuxi had quickly finished feeding him a glass of water.
Song Jiuxi pulled away and returned to sit at the table.
The bed was quiet for a while, and suddenly there was a rustling sound. Song Jiuxi concentrated on eating without raising her eyelids.
She just saw that Yan Shubai was now sick and his bones were torn apart, and he couldn't beat her.
The curtain was suddenly opened by a slender finger with distinct joints, and Yan Shubai was lying on the edge of the bed struggling to get off.
After a long while, he struggled to climb onto the wheelchair next to the bed. His face was white just now, but now it was completely red.
The redness was very unusual, as if it would pass away in the next second.
Song Jiuxi finally raised her head and frowned: "If you don't lie down well, what are you going to do when you get out of bed?"
If he dies now, will she still eat this meal?
"Of course I'll have a cup of Hexin wine with Madam." Yan Shubai blinked and said with a smile, "After all, tonight is our wedding night, how can we let Madam drink Hexin wine alone."