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"Sir, this is absolutely unacceptable—" the maidservant trembled with fear, wanting to rush forward to pull someone back but too scared to do so, standing a short distance away with a worried expression.
Meng Liu calmly looked at the man before her, who had a long sword pressed against her neck and an expression of cold severity. She recognized him from the memories forcibly implanted by the system; he was Zhao Han, an orphan rescued from the battlefield by Song An, and a loyal bodyguard trained by the Song Family for Song An.
"Did you have a hand in his death?" Zhao Han's cold eyes fixed on Meng Liu. Although it was a question, he had already judged her guilty in his heart.
Before Meng Liu could respond, another long sword lunged toward her. Zhao Han turned his blade to block it, while Song Yuan made several thrusts that forced Zhao Han to retreat two steps and create distance between him and Meng Liu before finally standing in front of her.
"It wasn't her," Song Yuan spoke up first.
Zhao Han's gaze turned icy as it landed on Song Yuan. His voice carried a chill as he demanded, "Evidence."
"I've examined it..." Song Yuan's voice weakened at the thought of that night, becoming vague. "In any case, it wasn't her; she was framed. Those people all committed suicide."
"Dead men tell no tales?" Zhao Han looked past Song Yuan at Meng Liu, clearly unconvinced by Song Yuan's words. "Suspicious."
"No matter what, you all suspect me, right? Then I might as well die and accompany him in death," Meng Liu said, tears unexpectedly welling up in her eyes. The cold wind blew against her, making her sway as if she could be blown away at any moment. Song Yuan instinctively reached out to support her but was dodged by Meng Liu.
Zhao Han said nothing more; he sheathed his sword and turned to walk toward the door, his voice carrying a sense of determination as he stated, "I will find evidence."
"He only... my brother did him a favor; he just can't accept it for now..." Song Yuan explained on Zhao Han's behalf.
Meng Liu raised her reddened eyes to glare at him. "And you? Aren't you just as unwilling to believe me? You're all the same; you all wish I were dead."
"I..." Song Yuan knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he felt his blood boiling under her glare.
The next day was the day they would send Song An's body to the tomb. Liu Niannian was also arranged by Song Yuan to travel in a carriage alongside them. Zhao Han silently held onto the hilt of his sword at the end of the procession, scrutinizing the carriage that appeared lavish despite being deliberately adorned in plain white.
That carriage belonged to Meng Liu. Although she was not favored by her father, she was still a princess. The current emperor had few heirs, and even those who were not favored had grown up in luxury and were accustomed to meticulous care in all matters.
As they reached a mountain ridge, chaos suddenly erupted in the middle of the procession. A pile of rolling stones fell from both sides. All the servants were ordered to immediately protect Song An's coffin. As Meng Liu lifted the curtain to see what was happening, she suddenly saw a massive boulder hurtling toward the carriage.
Meng Liu's pupils constricted as she watched helplessly as the boulder approached the carriage. Just then, a shout rang out nearby: "Go!!"
The startled horses bolted forward just in time to evade the boulder. Meng Liu clung to the carriage and barely managed to steady herself. As the curtain fluttered, she caught sight of Zhao Han's face; even in such a perilous situation, he remained unfazed, his gaze still cold and showing no sign of having just saved her life.
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