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The strong smell of blood lingered in the nostrils, making it difficult to breathe.
Yang Qingge's fingers trembled involuntarily: "Why..."
You Xuanyao flicked the blood off the sword nonchalantly: "I heard he hit you, so I came to vent your anger for you."
Yang Qingge took a step back, unable to accept that the downfall of the Yang family was due to such a reason.
She stared at You Xuanyao, the man's pitch-black eyes appearing to be stained with blood in the reflection of the fire.
So cold, so cruel, it frightened her.
He used to have a sincere heart.
She remembers one day, Gu Su took people to You mansion to bully her and her son, accidentally killing a House servant.
You Xuanyao stood in front of his mother, his eyes red: "Your worthless lives will be repaid one day, you are not worthy of being human!"
Where has the person who cherishes human life, You Xuanyao, gone?
Yang Qingge tightly clenched his fists: "By doing this, how are you any different from those who bullied you in the past, or from Gu Su?"
You Xuanyao's gaze turned sharp for a moment.
He took a few steps to reach her, grabbed her by the neck, gritted his teeth and said, "Say it again?!" Yang Qingge couldn't speak, but a tear slid down her cheek. The cold tear hit his hand, and You Xuanyao suddenly let go as if he had been burned.
Yang Qingge fell to the ground, gasping for breath. In a daze, he heard a horse neigh, and when he looked up, he only saw You Xuanyao's figure disappearing into the night.
At this moment, Lan Nian, who had been waiting outside, finally noticed something was amiss.
She hurried over, almost losing her footing at the sight of the blood and intermingled flames before her.
"Miss..."
Yang Qingge took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "Help me up."
Lan Nian quickly followed her instructions, supporting her as they stepped through the bloodstains to reach the body of Prime Minister Yang.
He lay in the middle of the courtyard, covered in wounds, his eyes full of fear and unseeing.
Yang Qingge couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
Prime Minister Yang didn't love her mother, nor did he like her as a daughter. He only saw her as a pawn for a political marriage. But after all, he raised her to adulthood. He may not have loved her much, but he didn't wish for his death either.
What's more, to die in the hands of... You Xuanyao!
Thinking of the scene where You Xuanyao stood in a sea of blood just now, Yang Qingge found it difficult to even breathe, as if swallowing a knife.
She closed her eyes, slowly knelt down, and closed Prime Minister Yang's eyes...
Overnight, the news of the fall of the Prime Minister's Office spread throughout the city of Chang'an.
The next day, white silk was hung inside and outside the Prime Minister's Office.
Yang Qingge knelt in the courtyard in plain white mourning clothes, chanting scriptures and praying for the deceased.
Many people were looking outside the gate with a worried expression.
Except for Gu Su.
He boldly led people into the Prime Minister's Office with an arrogant attitude, then immediately grabbed Yang Qingge and took him outside.
Yang Qingge pushed him away in pain and asked, "What are you doing?"
Gu Su sneered, "The Chancellor is dead, and you still act like a precious lady? You Xuanyao, if I can't move, can I still not move you?"
After speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Take her back!"
The next moment, the Gu Family House servant directly stepped forward and held down Yang Qingge.
"Let go! Don't touch me!"
Yang Qingge struggled, but how could her strength resist two House servant?
Even Lan Nian, who wanted to protect her, was heavily kicked aside. Yang Qingge was dragged out of the Prime Minister's Office like this. The onlookers outside dared not approach.
In the midst of this group of eyes filled with either pity or curiosity, she suddenly saw a pair of familiar deep black eyes - You Xuanyao! He stood in the crowd, looking on coldly as she was taken away by Gu Su. Yang Qingge's heart sank heavily, and suddenly all her struggling strength disappeared.
Is this what You Xuanyao wanted to see? Yang Qingge didn't know the answer until she was pushed into the backyard of The Office of the Grand Secretariat and fell into the snow. Then, a bucket of icy water was poured over her head!
Gu Su Sitting on the veranda, took a sip of hot tea, and said lightly, "Continue."
As the words fell, another bucket of ice water was splashed again.
Yang Qingge was drenched, shivering all over, his face pale, his back wounds sticking to his clothes, every movement causing a tearing pain!
From start to finish, she didn't utter a word. Not hearing any screams, Gu Su was extremely dissatisfied. He pulled out a dagger and walked up to her, then with a swift motion, he ruthlessly stabbed it into the back of her hand: "Scream!"
The pain that felt like it reached her heart almost made Yang Qingge faint. But she still clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to let out a sound. "I told you to scream!"
Gu Su Fiercely pulled out the dagger and stabbed again!
Yang Qingge His pupils dilated in pain, but he made no sound.
The blood dripped onto the white snow, especially glaring.
Looking at the blood splattered on the shoes, Gu Su clicked his tongue in disinterest: "Boring, take it out and give it to the beggars in the east of the city."
House servant: Yes, immediately dragged Yang Qingge who was still in pain away.
From The Office of the Grand Secretariat to the beggar's temple, she had lost all feeling in her limbs and body.
Seeing those beggars approaching with a gleam in their eyes, Yang Qingge had no strength to evade. She could die, but she couldn't die covered in filth! Yang Qingge looked at the gloomy sky as if she saw her own end.
She suddenly pulled the hairpin from her head and stabbed it towards her neck with her eyes closed—
"Snap!"
Suddenly her wrist hurt, the hairpin fell to the ground, and at the same time, she heard the beggar's howl beside her.
Yang Qingge opened his eyes in confusion, only to see You Xuanyao approaching slowly in a luxurious black fox cloak. He looked down at her with disdain in his eyes. "So filthy."
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