Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

Aunt Qiruo stepped out of the small door of the villa, away from the lights in the courtyard, and was surrounded by darkness.

Only the pavilions and towers in the distance are reflected in the lotus pond, and large pieces of Victoria regia leaves float quietly on the water.

"After the eldest master finds out, your guard won't be able to stay in the other courtyard any longer. Speaking of which, that guard looks quite like a woman. Oh, could it be that she disguised her gender to get into the mansion? That would be a crime she can't survive. She deserves to be beaten to death. What do I remember her name being? 'Gu Qingzhi'?"

Aunt Qiruo suffered a setback at the hands of this little troublemaker last time, and this time she finally caught him with something useful. She couldn't help but want to make up for it, and every word she said hit him in the heart.

The young man behind him didn't say anything, but just followed closely, as if he was frightened.

Aunt Qiruo wanted to turn around and mock him, but before she could open her mouth, she felt a huge force hit the back of her head. Her vision went black and she was struck by an intense pain. She staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

She was stunned for a moment, touched the back of her head, smelled a faint smell of blood from the black liquid on her hand, her eyes rolled back and she began to feel dizzy.

She forced herself to look at Feng Zhanye, and saw a strong murderous intent emerging from his slender eyes. He was holding a big stone in his hand, and it was obvious that he was the culprit just now.

"You...how dare you hit me?" Aunt Qiruo's voice was filled with disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Feng Zhan Ye, who had just been like a little lamb being bullied, had changed his face in the blink of an eye.

Feng Zhanye drew the sword from his waist and stared at her coldly. The blade, which was shining with a cold light, looked extremely sharp. He raised his foot and walked towards her step by step.

This posture did not look like a joke. Aunt Qiruo could not help but swallow her saliva, suppressed the tension in her heart, and asked tentatively: "Little waste, you don't want to kill me, do you?"

"What do you think?" Feng Zhanye paused, tilted his head, licked his lips, and revealed a strange smile, as if he did not comment on her guess.

The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and I don't know if it was because of excessive nervousness or some other reason, but it seemed unskillful.

Aunt Qiruo laughed fearlessly, thinking that the child was probably frightened and his behavior was becoming more and more ridiculous.

"You're bluffing me? If I die, do you think you can get away? Think about it, if I don't go back, who will the eldest master suspect first?"

"So, I should kill you, right?" Feng Zhanye didn't seem to be shaken at all and walked straight towards her.

Looking at the young man gradually approaching her, Aunt Qiruo finally couldn't pretend anymore and shrank back nervously.

"Are you crazy? I'm the manager of the North Courtyard!"

Feng Zhanye turned a deaf ear to her, his shoulders trembling constantly, his eyes becoming more and more crazy, staring at her as if he was looking at meat on a chopping board.

He has never tried the method of killing taught by Sister Azhi until now. Now that he finally has the opportunity to put it into practice, how can he let it go?

"This is a secret between me and Sister Azhi. You shouldn't know about it."

The young man's clear voice at this moment was like a devil from hell. Aunt Qiruo realized at this moment that he was not afraid at all, but was trembling because he was too excited.

She tried to stand up while enduring the pain in the back of her head, and screamed in fear: "No... No... Help, someone! Someone is killing someone!"

Aunt Qiruo wanted to get up, but Feng Zhanye did not give her the chance. He grabbed her collar and coldly placed the sword on her neck.

Feng Zhanye looked weak, but he was much stronger than her, leaving her no room to resist.

The next moment, the sword cut her neck.

The gushing blood splashed onto Feng Zhanye's snow-white face and also spilled all over the ground. He reached out and tightly covered her mouth as she tried to call for help.

"Shh...be quiet."

The sound was like a hypnotic piece of music, bringing a gust of cold wind that fell beside the dark lotus pond, causing slight ripples on the water and pushing the huge lotus leaves to sway slightly.

The dying person's struggle seemed particularly unnecessary in his eyes. He watched the dark red blood stains gradually seep through her wrinkled clothes and fall on the hem of his own clothes, like a beautiful and bizarre painting slowly unfolding in front of him.

Those eyes showed some appreciation, as if attracted by something wonderful. They stared at Aunt Qiruo's almost twisted and hideous face, watching her gradually lose the blood color. Until he could no longer feel any breath in his hands, he slowly let go.

It turns out that death is such a simple thing. No wonder those people around him always died so easily.

He looked at the blood on his hands, then at the corpse on the ground, then turned the blade to his own neck and made a shallow cut.

Feeling a sharp pain, he threw his sword into the lake and walked towards the north courtyard.

In the study room in the north courtyard, Zuo Chengyu propped up his head and quietly looked at the book on the table. When he heard footsteps, he smiled and raised his head.

He originally thought that it was Aunt Qiruo who brought the guard here, but when he saw the person clearly in the distance, he was obviously stunned.

"Master, the Third Prince is here." The servant outside the door announced it a little late, with a hint of hesitation.

Feng Zhanye walked into the study room without waiting for Zuo Chengyu's permission.

Zuo Chengyu looked at him covered in blood and felt something strange in his heart.

“Zanye, what are you doing…”

Feng Zhanye stumbled forward, holding his neck. Without saying a word, he knelt down as he entered the room, and said weakly, "Please help me, young master..."

"What happened?" Zuo Chengyu stepped forward and wanted to help him up, asking with concern.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhanye dodged his hand and stepped back: "Young Master, be careful, don't get too close to me, I'm afraid my evil spirit has struck again."

This made Zuo Chengyu feel that it was not that simple. After all, the exorcism was a plan they had set up, so how could there be a recurrence?

He simply let him kneel there and asked tentatively: "Why do you say that?"

"Aunt Qiruo came to look for my guard just now, but he happened to be away, so I wanted to follow him to see what important matter was. But when I walked into the dark, I was suddenly attacked by an assassin. Aunt Qiruo was stabbed on the spot, and I was stabbed with a knife. I took the opportunity to escape here."

Feng Zhanye took two breaths with difficulty and recounted the whole story, which, of course, had been embellished.

Zuo Chengyu frowned and looked at Feng Zhanye carefully. He could only see a little shock and panic in his eyes, which did not seem to be fake.

"Are you scared? Don't think too much, maybe it's just a coincidence. Take care of the wound first."

He raised his head and glanced at the boy at the door. After the boy understood and left, he called out, "Come here, help him to the couch and bandage him."

After a while, a team of government soldiers carried Aunt Qiruo's body to the study in the north courtyard. The leader walked into the study and reported to Zuo Chengyu.

"Master, we have investigated thoroughly and found that the wounds on Aunt Qiruo were indeed caused by a sword. The situation is also exactly the same as what the Third Prince said. It is very likely that it was done by an assassin."

Zuo Chengyu nodded slightly: "I understand, you go out and wait first."

He gestured toward the door, and waited until the palace soldiers left before turning around to look at the servant who had just left.

"how?"