After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Being stared at by the woman so rudely, Yang Nanyao felt as if she was being stared at by a cold cobra, and she couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Yang Nanyao immediately felt alarmed. This Mrs. Song must be no ordinary person. She must have killed someone, and more than one.

However, after about a moment, the woman casually wiped the water stains on her hands on her bib and finally spoke.

"Are you the maid that the young lady brought back yesterday?

My husband's last name is Song, you can call me Sister Song."

Surprisingly, the voice of Mrs. Song sounded like rough gravel being ground, and it sounded particularly harsh and hoarse.

She was only slightly surprised for a moment, almost unnoticeable, and Yang Nanyao immediately acted as if nothing had happened and called out "Mrs. Song" with a smile.

"Song Madam, let me get some hot water."

"There's hot water on the stove, you can get it yourself."

After finding out the purpose of Yang Nanyao's visit, Mrs. Song no longer had any interest in the newcomer. She pointed at the iron pot that had been warming on the stove, and then continued to raise the kitchen knife to cut the ginger shreds on the chopping board. The knife cut as fast as an afterimage.

It seems that Mrs. Song is also a person with a story.

However, Yang Nanyao was already busy taking care of herself due to her own blood feud, so she did not have much curiosity about other people's affairs.

Since Mrs. Song didn't say anything, Yang Nanyao just lowered her head and did her own thing silently.

Just as Yang Nanyao carried a large bucket of hot water and was about to leave the kitchen, she was stopped by Mrs. Song.

"Wait, the master has gone to court today. I have prepared breakfast for the young lady and put it in a lunch box. You can take it back with you."

Yang Nanyao took a look and saw a nanmu food box that had been prepared long ago on the stove. She picked it up and left.

On the way back to Qinliuxuan, Yang Nanyao, carrying a bucket of hot water in one hand and a lunch box in the other, felt very conflicted.

"Why not just poison that woman Li Shiliu..."

Even if he had merged the memories of the Nine Thousand Years Old Eunuch Nan 30 years later, Nanyang Yao was essentially still the sixteen-year-old boy who had grown up overnight. He had complicated feelings towards Li Shiliu, who would stab him through with a sword 30 years later.

Is not this nonsensical?

He is not a pervert. Who can love the murderer who will kill him in the future? Nanyang Yao believes that he does not have such strong psychological quality.

As an ordinary teenager, when Nanyang Yao faced someone who would kill him in the future, his instinctive reaction was of course to find a way to kill the other person before he was killed.

Therefore, Nanyang Yao disguised himself as Yang Nanyao and tried to find a way to return to the Minister of Revenue's Mansion with Li Shiliu. On the one hand, he really needed a vest to disguise his identity.

Secondly, the mastermind behind the extermination of his own Nan family would never have thought that the escaped member of the Nan family, the prefect of Jialing City, who had been exterminated, had not only arrived in the capital, but was also hiding in the mansion of Li Lianggong, one of the emperor's most trusted ministers, a well-known eccentric in the capital, and the stingy and miserly Minister of Revenue.

Another reason that is inconvenient to talk about is that Nanyang Yao returned home with Li Shiliu, the woman who stabbed him 30 years later. Perhaps he was more curious about this hypocritical and ruthless woman, or perhaps he just wanted revenge...