It was only to be expected, this girl always liked to worry, how could she rest assured leaving the young lady alone?
Mo You wiped her eyes vigorously and stood up abruptly, glaring at Ying Qing and Steward Hong Wen. If they hadn't stopped her, Meixin might not have been killed.
Hong Wen and Ying Qing looked at everything before them, their hearts trembling and their scalps tingling. Who dared to kill someone in the Crown Prince's mansion?
Everyone felt a heaviness in their hearts, as if a huge boulder was pressing down, making it difficult to breathe. All eyes were fixed on the woodshed, where a woman was slowly losing her life.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the sky was gloomy, a stark contrast to its earlier gentle radiance.
Mu Qingyao sat in the imperial carriage, her heart beating wildly, as if something bad was about to happen. She felt terrible, an urge to cry but unable to, what had happened? Was it Meixin?
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, which she immediately suppressed.
Impossible, Meixin would be fine. She had said she would take care of her for a lifetime, not marry, and always serve her. Therefore, she would not allow anything to happen to her.
Meixin, the young lady forbids you from having any trouble.
Inside the carriage, a chilling coldness permeated the air. Changsun Zhu gazed motionlessly at the woman beside him, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her eyes filled with worry. Seemingly troubled by something, he couldn't help but ask with concern.
"Qingyao, what's wrong?"
Mu Qingyao suddenly lifted her head. What sharp black eyes they were, brimming with cold light and a bloodthirsty killing intent, along with a deep, dense malevolence as dark as storm clouds.
Changsun Zhu's heart was startled. What had happened? Unease quickly flashed across his star-like eyes.
"If she's alright, then fine. Changsun Zhu, if something truly happens to her, I will make you pay with your life."
She spoke grimly, the coldness around her biting like winter ice, devoid of warmth, like a phantom from the netherworld, emanating a sharp, malevolent aura from hell.
Changsun Zhu froze, then smiled in his gentle and elegant manner, his entire face relaxing, his soft voice sounding.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine. Who would dare to act in the Crown Prince's mansion?"
As soon as his voice fell, the luxurious carriage stopped. They had arrived at the Crown Prince's mansion. The guards behind the carriage dismounted, standing in orderly fashion by the horses, awaiting their master.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and a figure darted past. Mo You's hoarse voice rang out.
"Master, hurry, Meixin is in trouble?"
As soon as she spoke, the dark clouds seemed to fill the sky with malevolent energy.
Mu Qingyao leaped from the carriage and landed on the ground. Mo You grabbed her and flashed towards the Crown Prince's mansion.
Mu Qingyao felt the string in her heart snap. The thing she feared most had happened.
She had been uneasy all night, fearing something would happen to Meixin, because Meixin was completely defenseless. There were so many wicked women in the Crown Prince's mansion. Even if they didn't dare to attack her directly, they would attack Meixin.
And Changsun Zhu's rival, Prince Yin, how could he not take advantage of such an opportunity?
She hated it. It was all Changsun Zhu's fault. If he had let them leave earlier, this would never have happened. Or if he hadn't arrested Meixin and left her alone, this wouldn't have happened.
Changsun Zhu, if something happens to her, I will personally kill you.
In front of the Crown Prince's mansion, Changsun Zhu's face instantly contorted into a terrifying grimace, his eyes bloodshot. Who dared to act within the Crown Prince's mansion?
Those women in the back courtyard didn't have the courage, nor did the foremost family behind Shen Xuxue. At most, they would dare to act outside the mansion, like the assassins that day. But they absolutely wouldn't dare to act inside. So who was it?
Prince Yin, Changsun Yin. He hadn't expected him to make a move so early. Very well, Changsun Yin, you dared to come to the Crown Prince's mansion to ambush me. From now on, I will no longer cherish our brotherhood. Let's truly settle the score.
Changsun Zhu's figure flashed, and he followed closely behind the figure ahead. xxs1
No matter what, he had to face it. It was just a maid. He would compensate her.
Outside the woodshed, the servants of the Crown Prince's mansion were gathered in layers. A cold, malevolent aura swept through, making everyone feel oppressed. They automatically parted, creating a path. Mu Qingyao and Mo You, like a whirlwind, sped into the woodshed.
Inside the woodshed, the candlelight was dim. Mo Chou held Meixin, crying sadly. The little fox beside them was extremely quiet.
Mo Chou looked up and saw her master return. Big tears welled up again, and she said sadly, "Young lady, Meixin, she, she was waiting for you?"
As soon as she spoke, Meixin seemed to sense something and suddenly opened her eyes. However, in her weak pupils, her gaze was unfocused. Her lips moved several times before she uttered a faint sound, "Young lady, young lady?"
Mu Qingyao lunged forward and snatched Meixin from Mo Chou's arms. Meixin was like her younger sister. Her bond with Meixin was even closer than with anyone else in the Mu mansion, because the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Meixin, so Meixin was her anchor.
"Meixin, Meixin, how are you?"
Even when she left the imperial palace, she hadn't shed a single tear. She hadn't felt such pain even when facing the Emperor's decision to take concubines.
But at this moment, her heart was filled with dread and pain. That fear consumed her entirely.
Tears poured down her face in an instant, and she could no longer hold back her tears.
Meixin gasped and looked at her. Seeing her tears, she seemed reluctant. She moved her hand, and finally, weakly, reached out to wipe her tears, letting out a soft sigh, like a soulless phantom.
"Young lady, I'm sorry. Meixin has to go. Young lady, you must be well and happy."
"Meixin, don't scare me. Didn't you say you would take care of the young lady for a lifetime? The young lady still wants you to get married. Why are you breaking your promise?"
Her pained voice echoed through the woodshed. Everyone was crying. Even when Changsun Zhu walked in, no one paid attention, only sobbing as they looked at the mistress and servant in the woodshed.
Changsun Zhu was shaken. At this moment, his heart ached no less than hers, because he knew that some things would never be possible again.
That maid was not just a maid to her; perhaps she was even family, otherwise, she wouldn't be so pained and uneasy all night, only for it to turn into reality. How could she not be hurt and sad?
"Young lady?"
Meixin called out, her gaze slowly moving down from Mu Qingyao's face, finally landing on her belly. She gasped for breath and, with all her might, managed to say, "Protect the baby well. He will be your family. He will protect you for me..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she could no longer hold on. Her head tilted, and her eyes could no longer be opened. Her hand slowly slipped down, and she finally left forever, the young lady whom she loved and cherished.