It was the maid who delivered the watermelon. She opened the door carefully, walked in front of Su Luo, checked Su Luo's pulse, then pinched Su Luo's chin and raised Su Luo's head.
The palace maid looked at Su Luo's childish but already beautiful face, her eyes rolled slightly, but in the end she just sighed and raised her right hand.
An unsheathed dagger slipped out of her cuff and was instantly held tightly in her hand. The strength was quite tight.
She held Su Luo's chin with her left hand, and held the knife in her right hand, gesturing in front of Su Luo's face, as if she was looking for the point to strike.
Looking at her like that, she seemed to want to ruin Su Luo's face... But there was nothing gentle and well-behaved about the palace maid's expression. She looked like a ruthless beauty.
At that moment, Mu Litian's heart tightened.
He didn't have any more time to think. He could only watch with wide eyes as the palace maid gestured in front of Su Luo, as she might slash her sword at any time.
He closed his paws tightly to keep himself calm. Otherwise, he would have rushed out to stop the palace maid from ruthlessly attacking Su Luo.
But, he couldn't. Because he knew that he could stop it this time, but he couldn't stop it the next time.
If Su Luo's face was ruined, it might be cured in the future. In this world, there were not only precious medicines like snow lotus ointment that could remove scars, but also even rarer ones. He believed he could find it for her.
Life is naturally more important than appearance.
But, how painful would it be if the knife was used on her smooth and translucent skin?
Just when the palace maid had determined her position and was about to strike, there was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open.
"It's not necessary." Another palace maid said calmly, standing at the door as if she had no intention of coming in.
The palace maid holding the knife was stunned for a moment, and then she let go of Su Luo, still holding the dagger in her hand. No one could tell what she planned to do.
"Sister, it's not necessary. It's really not necessary." The palace maid with a black mole on her eyebrow said lightly, with a wry smile on her lips.
The palace maid holding the knife bit her lip and used a little more strength in her hand holding the knife.
Just when the palace maid who was her younger sister walked towards the house, the palace maid sister raised her dagger and pointed it at the back of Su Luo's neck, as if she wanted to stab it.
Mu Litian's breath tightened, and he immediately prepared to pounce, trying to use his body to get the knife away. His speed was enough to block the knife.
But he didn't need to take any chances. The sister actually threw out the knife, and it hit the edge of the window with a clang. It was solid, and it was halfway in.