You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 110 It's just killing a few people, why are your hands shaking, Lin Zhaoyue

She doesn't care whether the world is in chaos or not, and she doesn't care about the lives of people who have nothing to do with her.

How can she be a good person if she started killing people at the age of ten!

When she fell into the mud and into the abyss, did anyone reach out to her, or look at her?

Except for Lin Zhaoyue, since she came to the Duke's Mansion, Lin Zhaoyue has treated her as her own sister. She is the only person who treats her sincerely, and she is willing to treat her with the little sincerity she has left.

Chunhe once asked her if she would hand over the knife if the young lady killed someone. What a joke! Not only would she hand over the knife, she could also kill the person without dirtying the young lady's hands.

What does other people’s lives have to do with her?

Qingzhu's words and expression were unfamiliar to Lin Zhaoyue. She couldn't help shaking her head, her face as white as snow:

"Qingzhu, you are not like that."

Qingzhu's lips curled up into an intriguing smile:

"Miss, Qingzhu has always been like this."

Qingzhu's voice was like a bolt from the blue, shattering everything she thought was beautiful, leaving only grooves and debris on the ground.

Lin Zhaoyue even began to doubt whether this was reality or a dream, and why everything was beyond the trajectory of her previous life.

Or were the past lives she thought of actually just nightmares?

Or maybe, everything now is just a dream.

Lin Zhaoyue bit her tongue tightly, and instantly her mouth was filled with a strong smell of rust.

It's painful, not a dream.

Her chest seemed to be blocked by something, making it hard for her to breathe.

Lin Zhaoyue squatted on the ground with her hands covering her chest, exhaling the foul air from her mouth.

Seeing Lin Zhaoyue's appearance, Qingzhu's eyes flashed with pity.

Her lady is still too weak!

How can she compete with them in this state? She will only end up dead.

Qingzhu sighed faintly, panting and said weakly:

"Miss, if you can, run away! Run away far away, to a place where no one recognizes you, away from all the right and wrong, and don't come back."

In this way, she might still be able to survive!

Thinking of this, Qingzhu suddenly laughed softly again.

Escape, where can her lady escape to?

She has been in the bureau since the young master sent her to the young lady eight years ago.

Hearing this, Lin Zhaoyue raised her pale little face and looked at her:

"Qingzhu, do you know something?"

Qingzhu lowered his eyes and met her gaze, his expression indifferent:

"Miss, Qingzhu can't say it."

Lin Zhaoyue's almond-shaped eyes stared at Qingzhu for a long time, but she could not see the sisterly affection she had for her in her eyes.

She lowered her head dejectedly, closed her eyes, and adjusted her mood and breathing.

With Xiao Yan's methods, if those people died, Qingzhu would not be able to survive at all.

Regardless of whether Qingzhu died in the previous life because he saved her or for other reasons, it was true that she followed her and jumped off the cliff.

She always owed her life.

The blood flow took away Qingzhu's body temperature. She felt her body getting colder and colder, and her consciousness became more and more blurred.

She thought it would be better to die like this.

Just as Qingzhu was about to close her eyes, she suddenly heard a bang. She opened her eyes and her pupils shrank rapidly.

Her lady is kneeling down to her for those ants!

It would be better to kill her than to make her kneel down!

Qingzhu subconsciously wanted to help her lady up, but the chains locked her and prevented her from moving.

Qingzhu's face turned pale, and he looked at her with a complicated expression, with a hint of confusion:

"Miss, those people are just a bunch of ants. You can't take care of yourself, why do you still want to save them?"

Besides, those people have nothing to do with the young lady.

Qingzhu couldn't understand why the young lady would do this for someone who had nothing to do with her.

"Qingzhu, if you still think of me as your lady, then tell me, I don't want them to die because of me, and I don't want..."

After a pause, Lin Zhaoyue said slowly:

"you die……"

……

The dim dungeon was filled with a strong smell of blood.

All I could hear were various pleading sounds, but there was no emotion in the man's dark eyes.

It seemed as if all the life and death here had nothing to do with him, but he happened to be in control of everyone's life and death.

Yubai's hand kept rubbing the jade ring on his hand, staring at the half-burned cigarette. When he heard the familiar footsteps beside his ears, his extremely cold face broke into a faint smile.

Lin Zhaoyue walked into the cell carrying Qingzhu on her back. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead and her little face was cold.

"Your Highness, you can catch ghosts now."

When the people in several cells saw Qingzhu, some were happy, some were afraid, and their bodies began to tremble.

Now, their life and death depend entirely on who Qingzhu points to.

Qingzhu sat on a stool, scanning the crowd. When his eyes passed over someone, he paused, then raised his bloodstained hand slightly and said coldly:

"he."

The person being pointed at trembled all over, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged:

"Your Highness, it was not me. It was really not me who let Miss Qingzhu go. It is unfair! Your Highness, please look into this matter..."

Xiao Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said indifferently:

"Drag it out."

As Xiao Yan finished speaking, two guards walked towards him.

The man looked at the sword-wielding guards walking towards him with a look of fear and despair in his eyes.

The shadow of death loomed over him, and in his eyes, the two guards became the undead who were taking his life.

He shouldn't have been so blinded by greed and accepted a thousand taels of silver to do this. He shouldn't have done that.

The sound of footsteps, alternately light and heavy, now became a death song in his ears. Despair entangled him like a vine, devouring all hope.

The man trembled all over and kowtowed to Xiao Yan again and again:

"Your Highness, this is really not a small thing. Please understand clearly..."

The entire cell was filled with the man's pleading voice.

The former friendship between colleagues was completely severed when Qingzhu pointed at him.

He almost killed them, but no one sympathized with him and some even looked at him with hatred.

"Old bastard, I didn't expect it was you. You almost killed everyone, did you know that?"

"Your Majesty the Emperor was so kind to take us in and treat us so well, but you repay kindness with hatred, you deserve to die..."

When the guard dragged the man to the door, the man used all his strength to break free from the guards, ran to Xiao Yan's feet, hugged his legs and begged:

"Your Highness, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault for being blinded by profit. I won't do it again. I'll give all the one thousand taels I received to Your Highness. I beg Your Highness to spare my life. I can give up all the others..."

Xiao Yun lowered his eyes, glanced at him with his dark eyes, then kicked the man away.

The man's body hit the iron cage so hard that all his bones seemed to be dislocated and he immediately spat out blood.

The two guards were trembling all over because of their dereliction of duty and hurried to arrest the man.

Just as they were about to leave, Xiao Yan raised his hand to signal them to stop.

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the man's desperate eyes.

Xiao Yan retracted his gaze, looked at Qing Zhu, and said slowly:

"continue."

Qingzhu knew that Xiao Yan was afraid that she was hiding something, so he randomly pointed fingers at people and kept that person.

He sneered and raised his hand to continue pointing at people.

She didn't care about the lives of those people, and she didn't even bother to point out a fake one.

Qingzhu pointed out those people one by one, there were eight in total.

"That's all. That's all."

After Qingzhu finished pointing, Xiao Yan looked at the man just now. The man smiled flatteringly and nodded:

"Your Highness, these are the only ones."

Just when the man thought he could escape death because of his meritorious service, he heard Xiao Yun's cold voice in his ears:

"All eight of these people will be executed, and the disaster will affect three generations."

As Xiao Yun finished speaking, wails and voices of thanks were heard in the dungeon.

Seeing those people being caught, Lin Zhaoyue looked down at Qingzhu's still bleeding leg, walked to Xiao Yan's side, pursed her lips, and said:

"Your Highness, can you please ask a doctor to treat Qingzhu?"

Xiao Yan lowered his head, looking at the girl who asked him for help, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Lin Zhaoyue, it's not over yet."

Before Lin Zhaoyue could figure out what Xiao Yan was trying to do, she was dragged to the dungeon for punishment.

The eight people were forced by the guards to kneel on the ground, begging desperately:

"Your Highness, please spare my life. I know I was wrong. Please spare my life..."

"I deserve to die. I beg Your Highness to spare my family for the sake of my hard work, even though I have no merits..."

Xiao Yan turned a deaf ear to their pleas, walked to the wall, took out the only clean big knife, threw it into her hand, and said coldly:

"Kill them."

Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Lin Zhaoyue's almond-shaped eyes widened inch by inch.

what did she say?

Let her kill them?

Lin Zhaoyue's hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, and her almond-shaped eyes looked at him in horror.

Xiao Yan curled his lips slightly, reached out and held her hand, and said:

"It's just killing a few people, why are your hands shaking, Lin Zhaoyue?"