The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Wei Xingli said that the timing was not right.

Chu Yizhao did not comment.

Those who show favor must also consider the face of the one who receives the favor.

Chu Yizhao recalled that when she was young, Tianguang said that she was too pure and sentimental.

Pure and honest - not knowing how to keep a low profile.

Loyalty - not knowing that a bowl of rice can turn into hatred.

As expected of a master, he insults people so subtly.

She only understood it now.

People in the world are so fickle that they value profit but will not accept favors.

...

October 18th,

Suitable for burial and sacrifice.

Avoid getting married or moving into new house.

When I stepped into the Quyang Marquis Mansion again, the atmosphere of decay and desolation started from the gatehouse and lingered throughout the entire mansion.

The sills, doors and windows were covered with dust, and no one had cleaned up the yellow leaves and stains on the ground. Chu Yizhao was wearing a white velvet dress today, and as she walked, the hem of her dress was stained with black and gray.

Chu Yizhao frowned, "Where is the person who cleans the house?"

Butler Qin reported back, "The last time the mansion was robbed, most of the guards were injured."

Lao Cang's voice sounded tiredly, "The eldest son's injury and the lady's illness also need good medicine. The fourth son took the money and I don't know where it went."

"The Marquis has gone on a long journey, and Miss Xue'er's dowry has to be paid from the account. The mansion is unable to make ends meet, so we can only lay off the servants..."

Chu Yizhao had no expression. She knew better than anyone that the Marquis's Mansion was an empty shell.

"Chu Yingxue's dowry is not allowed to be paid from the public account"

Butler Qin hesitated, "My cousin is married to the eldest princess's son by the emperor's arrangement. She has no dowry. Isn't it a bit..."

Chu Yizhao stood outside the main courtyard, his bright eyes looking at the spider web on the door frame and the woman standing in the courtyard.

"There are a lot of gold and silver in mother's private vault. Mother loves sister Xue'er so much, isn't it normal for her to give her a few loads of dowry?"

After saying this, she walked into the main courtyard and came to the front of the people in the courtyard.

"Aunt Heyue"

The woman looked up, her cheeks as dry as a piece of bark.

He Yue looked at the woman in front of her. Her face was white and rosy, and she looked even more delicate than when she was in the mansion. Thinking of the woman who looked like an old woman on the bed, she sneered,

"Your mother is lying in bed, worse than death, and you are still calculating her dowry?"

Chu Yizhao raised his eyelids slightly, "What are you talking about, aunt? She is Zhao Shuzhen's own daughter. Do you want me to raise her?"

"Besides...if it's really that life is worse than death, why don't you bite your tongue?"

"Aunt, you are too serious"

Hearing this, He Yue's pupils shrank sharply.

The days of torture and remorse accumulated into anger, burning her out of all reason...

The next moment, the old lady's face wrinkled in anger. She looked like a madman, muttering "How could you say such a thing..."

"How can you…"

“How could you!!”

With a sharp roar, He Yue suddenly pulled out the hairpin on her head and stabbed Chu Yizhao in front of her quickly, rushing to the elegant woman in an instant like a mad cow.

Chu Yizhao didn't move. A pink shadow flashed out from behind her and kicked He Yue in the waist and abdomen. He Yue's eyes widened. She had no time to retract her strength. She felt her soft stomach become a bronze bell and was hit hard by the thick whale wood and flew away.

The heart-wrenching pain made her unable to scream. She could only fall to the ground holding her stomach, twitching silently.

Qiaoyu adjusted her skirt and retreated behind Chu Yizhao with her head held high.

She will take credit for it when she returns.

He is both deaf and stupid!

Chu Yizhao walked to He Yue's side, looking down at her, frowning, as if he was a little puzzled.

"Aunt, assassinating the daughter of a marquis is a capital crime."

"If you die, your paralytic mother will die in bed..."

The clear and melodious voice sounded like a bewitching, heart-eating siren from the depths of the sea.

Acid water mixed with blood flowed out of He Yue's mouth. The hairpin in her hand flew to the ground. Her eyes were red and she squeezed out a sound from her throat.

"Vicious... You promised me..."

"It won't harm Madam..."

"I saved her life, and you're still not satisfied?" Chu Yizhao laughed sarcastically, "If Chu Yingxue hadn't been sent to the Dali Temple, do you think Zhao Shuzhen would still be alive today?"

She only seeks profit and avoids harm, and even the servants take advantage of her and squeeze her hard.

The truly poisonous person is waiting to get married peacefully, but this old servant doesn't even dare to fart.

Chu Yizhao squatted down and picked up the hairpin on the ground. Under He Yue's horrified gaze, he put the sharp end against her neck and slowly and forcefully cut open the wrinkled skin. Blood gushed out in a line, revealing red flesh...

She picked up the minced meat with a silver hairpin and put it into the handkerchief.

He Yue was in pain and fear. At this moment, Chu Yizhao no longer looked respectful and virtuous as before. He was cruel and ruthless, like a demon.

Chu Yizhao stood up and said, "Aunt, you should know that you are the only one left for mother. If you say something you shouldn't, she will definitely die before you..."

The blood-stained hairpin was thrown casually on the ground, and Chu Yizhao left without looking back.

After leaving the main courtyard, Qiaoyu was puzzled.

"Miss, why don't you just..."

Chu Yizhao looked up at the shallow sun in the east, his eyes dim, "She is still useful?"

In the main hall, the woman came late. Chu Yunyu had a gloomy face and shouted in a deep voice,

"You still know how to come back!"

"You haven't returned home for a month, and you dare to hire someone to rob and kill the Marquis' Mansion!"

"You are disobedient and unfilial, as poisonous as snakes and scorpions, and your behavior is so terrible that your father's stick didn't beat you to death!"

Chu Yizhao ignored his rage and carefully examined the results of the past few days. The man in the main seat had gray under his eyes, purple and black forehead, and pale lips, which showed the sign of excessive indulgence.

He glanced at him and paused slightly. The man had yellow and white cheeks, sunken facial bones, and looked like he had lost blood and suffered energy damage.

Chu Yizhao was speechless. The broken skin that Wei Xingli mentioned was too different from what she thought it meant.

She retracted her gaze and sat down slowly.

"Brother, what are you talking about? The prince of Yue relied on me to save his life, but my father broke my bones. For a man like him, not wanting to kill him is already merciful."

Chu Yunyu's pupils trembled when he heard this, and he lowered his head in panic.

How could he not have the intention to kill? If it wasn’t for his father pushing Huaichun out at the last moment, he wouldn’t have even survived the first seven days…

Chu Yunyu raised his head irritably, glanced at the calm woman, and frowned secretly.

In the past, when Chu Yizhao made a mistake, he always acted like a quail, very well-behaved, but this time he held his head high and puffed out his chest, as arrogant as if he had thorns...

"The Prince of Yue's illness cannot be cured by any famous doctor in the world. How can a little girl like you cure it? Don't tell me you have taken some crooked path and brought shame to the Marquisate!"

So what if I left?

Chu Yizhao looked at him blankly and changed the subject ambiguously, "Brother, is it important what path you take to be appreciated by a noble man?"

"The Queen Mother dotes on me and fills my mansion with millions of gold. If she doesn't dote on me, she would have just issued an imperial decree to exile my father."

"What do you mean?!" Chu Yunyu frowned, "The Queen Mother is..."

"Are you venting your anger on me?" Chu Yizhao changed the subject, as if he had heard something funny, with an exaggerated expression, "Brother, are you stupid to believe this?"

"Have you ever seen a daughter of a wealthy family being punished by family rules that would affect her father's official career?"

The Queen Mother's interference in government affairs caught everyone off guard. Chu Yunyu was originally still afraid of the Queen Mother's favor towards Chu Yizhao, but now that he heard this, he gradually came to his senses...

"What do you mean? Why would you do this, my Lord?"

Chu Yizhao sneered at his cowardice, "Brother is such a cautious person, don't you know?"

"Who did you and your father turn to? You brought disaster upon our entire mansion!"

The sonorous and powerful voice hit Chu Yunyu's ears. He was startled, but soon regained his composure. He gently rebuked, "What nonsense..."

"My father and I are both loyal subjects. Stop slandering people with empty words."

Chu Yizhao stood up and snorted twice, "Then you should become the Queen Mother for me..."

"I really regret not being a man. If I had been married to General Xuanwu, I would have been promoted and rich, and I would have been high up in the world.

Now I can only humble myself and serve that evil spirit..."

Chu Yizhao wiped his tears and strode out of the door. His voice was urgent and fierce, and it echoed throughout the courtyard.

"What a rich daughter of a marquisate, she's nothing but a plaything!"

She came and left quickly. Chu Yunyu just reacted and before he could ask her for money, she disappeared...

He smashed the teacup in a rage.

"waste"

After sitting for a while, Chu Yunyu lowered his eyebrows and walked into the courtyard. He caught a glimpse of a black shadow flying into the distance...