Yang Qingge's body felt like it was on fire wherever You Xuanyao touched, quickly turning red.
You Xuanyao's gaze was deep, as if filled with affection: "At the frontier, the injured soldiers will all be assigned a woman to care for them day and night. When the soldiers recover, the two will then..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Yang Qingge already understood.
She turned pale and asked, "What do you take me for?"
Once upon a time, You Xuanyao would blush even at the thought of holding her hand!
Her Yao... how did he become like this now?
You Xuanyao did not answer, just looked at her mockingly, with a cold look in his eyes.
At this time, Lan Nian's voice came from outside the door: "Miss, Young Master Gu is here, Chancellor is calling you to the main hall."
What is Gu Su here for?
Thinking of his severed arm, Yang Qingge instinctively looked at You Xuanyao.
But he seemed to have heard nothing, his lips curled, and his palm skillfully slipped into the open neckline of her clothes again.
The warmth of his palm brought Yang Qingge back to reality for a moment.
She hurriedly pushed You Xuanyao away and straightened her clothes, "Hurry, don't let anyone find you here!"
With Gu Su's vengeful personality, if he knew he was here alone, he wouldn't let him go!
After saying this, Yang Qingge tied his belt and left the bedroom.
As she entered the main hall, Yang Qingge had already suppressed the fluctuations in her heart, and her expression returned to calm. In the hall, Prime Minister Yang and Gu Su both had smiles on their faces. Seeing her, Prime Minister Yang stroked his beard and spoke, "Young Master Gu said that although there was a little accident a few days ago, it has nothing to do with the Yang family after all. He is willing to choose another auspicious day to marry you again."
With a loud bang, Yang Qingge felt something heavy hitting her. She looked up in disbelief, only to meet Gu Su's playful expression. It was as if he was saying, "Do you think you can escape?"
Yang Qingge felt suffocated: "Father, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, a disdainful laugh from You Xuanyao came from behind him: "It seems that the place where Young Master Gu lost his arm doesn't hurt anymore, as he still has the mind to talk about marriage."
Upon hearing his voice, Yang Qingge's expression changed.
Isn't he supposed to leave? What is he doing coming out? And Gu Su saw You Xuanyao and a bloodthirsty hatred burst into his eyes: "Why are you here? Where did you come from!" Yang Qingge felt very uneasy when he saw the smile on You Xuanyao's face.
Without having time to stop him, I saw his ambiguous gaze fall on me: "Of course, I came out from Miss Yang's boudoir." As soon as the words fell, Prime Minister Yang's face darkened. If news of his unmarried daughter being alone with a man in her boudoir were to spread, the entire Prime Minister's Office would become the laughingstock of Chang'an City.
And this is exactly what You Xuanyao wanted. He smirked, ignoring Yang Qingge's pale face, and twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. "I have something to do today, I'll come find you next time." With that, he turned and left.
None of the guards in the mansion dared to stop him. Prime Minister Yang's expression turned completely dark. Ignoring the presence of Gu Su, he picked up the teacup at hand and smashed it fiercely on Yang Qingge's head.
"Speak! Why was he in your room? What were you both doing?"
The warm blood flowed down from the temple, but all Yang Qingge could hear in his ears was You Xuanyao's words, which cut into his heart like a knife. She knew he was doing it on purpose. Seeing her silence, Prime Minister Yang became even more furious and ordered the family law to be applied, taking the ruler and fiercely whipping Yang Qingge's back.
Soon, Yang Qingge had bloodstains on her back, blood dripping. I don't know how many times she was hit, but she finally couldn't bear it and fell to the ground with a bang. When she woke up again, it was the pain of being jolted awake.
Lan Nian supported her to sit up: "Miss, you're finally awake."
Yang Qingge looked at the carriage wall and realized something: "Where are we going?"
Lan Nian teared up: "Qingming Mountain. Master said you are not allowed to return to the Prime Minister's Office anymore, and he also said... he doesn't have a daughter like you!"
Yang Qingge was not surprised, but couldn't help feeling a sense of desolation. But the next moment, she suddenly remembered something and grabbed Lan Nian's hand, asking, "Where is my jade pendant?" "What jade pendant?" Lan Nian looked confused.
Yang Qingge ordered with a pale face, "Go back, go back now."
It didn't matter to her where she was, but she couldn't lose the jade pendant left to her by You Xuanyao.
Lan Nian could see that this thing was very important to Yang Qingge, so he quickly called the coachman to turn back.
When I returned to Chang'an City, it was already dark at night. Unlike the usual hustle and bustle, there was no one on the street at this time, and it was silent. Yang Qingge felt an inexplicable sense of unease, but couldn't figure out why.
She only opened the window curtain and stared in the direction of the Prime Minister's Office from afar.
Seeing that they were almost there, she instructed Lan Nian: "I'll sneak in to get it later, you just wait here for me..."
Before she could finish speaking, a sudden clang of blades meeting echoed from inside the mansion.
Yang Qingge was stunned, enduring the searing pain on his back as he lifted the carriage curtain and jumped off the carriage.
He saw that the usually tightly closed Prime Minister's Office gate was now wide open, with corpses strewn everywhere from the door frame to the courtyard!
Amidst the blaze, You Xuanyao, dressed in black, calmly pulled a long sword from Prime Minister Yang's heart.
This scene deeply pierced Yang Qingge's eyes.
She couldn't believe it: "What are you doing?"
At the sound of her voice, You Xuanyao turned around.
His face splattered with blood, he slowly smirked and said, "I slaughtered the entire Yang family. Are you happy?"
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