After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 44 It's Her, The Unlucky Old Man
Upon hearing that there was a bloody disaster, the maidservants beside Mrs. Ma changed their expressions.

She was also young and couldn't hide things, so she asked whatever she wanted, "Why is there such a bloody disaster? Our wife is still a child, can you help our wife save money and avoid disaster?"

Mrs. Ma, who was still a child: "..." Not necessarily.

Song Yao shook her head and said, "I can't intervene too much, you just have to remember my words in your heart." She also knew what happened to Mrs. Ma according to the rumors that spread in her previous life.

Mrs. Ma agreed, frowning, probably a little bit of faith.

It's just that I'm a little conceited and feel that I have a noble status. Which cousin would dare to harm her openly?

This kind of thing, Song Yao reminded again, it's not as good as the person concerned, just point it out.

Anyway, looking at the little maid next to Mrs. Ma, she took it seriously.

As long as the people next to him are listening to their ears and reminding them, there will be no problem.

And the little maid is a slave and a servant girl, the life and death of her masters is related to her own life and death, not to mention that she has seen many times that the uncle and Miss Biao are not clear, so she thinks right now, she would rather believe it than believe it.She must tell the old lady about this matter to get an idea.

Seeing this, Song Yao didn't say any more. After explaining what should be explained, the two left.

……

After Mrs. Ma's master and servant left, Song Yao took a look at the sky outside and prepared to go back home.

It's just that when she walked past the wing room on the second floor, she suddenly heard a fierce cry for help.

"Help, help! Help—!"

The voice was terrible, and the scalp of the person who shouted was numb.

Like a pheasant that has been strangled by someone, it makes a whooping sound.

Song Yao subconsciously followed the source of the sound to the side room with the open door at the end of the corridor.

Pulling aside a piece of lush green leaves, a slender man in a white robe suddenly came into view.

The dusk is getting darker, the long street outside the window is bustling, and the fireworks in the world are noisy.

That white figure was caught off guard like a mountain of pine snow and broke into this narrow space.

But in an instant, Song Yao could feel the powerful aura coming from the other party.

"Your Highness, I beg you... the slave realizes his mistake, please let the slave go..."

The sound of howling and begging for mercy sounded again, Song Yao shook his head, his eyes passed Junyan, Eunuch Ma, and other guards, and then he saw a dying middle-aged man with a bruised nose and a swollen face lying on the ground in the center of the wing .

Seeing this scene, she thought something was wrong, knowing that she seemed to have seen something she shouldn't have seen.

At this time, Jun Yan, who was sitting on the main seat, slowly raised his hand, caressed the folds of his wide sleeves slowly, and followed with a cold and deep voice: "It seems that you have forgotten the rules of loneliness!"

The moment Jun Yan spoke, Song Yao shuddered inexplicably.

She took a step back, calculated that today is not a good time to grab luck, and tried to return the same way.

However, as soon as he stepped back, he heard the sound of potted plants being knocked over from his feet.

"Who!?" A vigilant roar came from inside the room.

Song Yao: "..."

It's her, old wretch.

(End of this chapter)