Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

The two looked at each other and saw surprise and fear in each other's eyes.

Bei'er's eyes were filled with tears. She whispered with a trembling voice: "Miss, let's go back quickly. If the eldest young master finds out, he will kill this slave."

Zhao Yan was already irritable, but when she saw this stone doorway, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Without thinking, she grabbed the lantern in Bei'er's hand and said, "Go inside and take a look, and then you'll come out."

After saying that, without waiting for Bei'er to say anything, she walked towards the stone door first.

The passage inside was narrow, and the two of them squeezed together to barely pass. They walked down the stone steps and cautiously walked in step by step.

About a quarter of an hour later, a stone door exactly like the one outside appeared in front of them.

The difference is that there is a red painted wooden door embedded in the stone door, and a faint light shines from the gap in the wooden door.

The clear sound of footsteps and the friction of chains came from inside.

Bei'er held on to Zhao Yan's sleeve, biting her lip desperately in fear.

Zhao Yan put one hand gently on the door, and with a little force, the wooden door opened inwards with a "squeak" sound.

The woman inside the door had long hair falling to the ground, and the color of her dress could not be seen, hanging in pieces on her pale skin.

An iron chain as thick as a baby's arm was tied to her naked ankle. As the woman moved slightly stiffly, it made a harsh sound on the ground.

When the woman heard the voice, she slowly turned towards the two of them. Her face was pale, her eyes were empty and dark, and she smiled slightly: "Are you here to take me home?"

The stone house was empty, and the woman's slightly hoarse voice seemed to have an echo. The master and servant were so shocked by this sound that their psychological defenses were broken, and they were almost scared out of their wits.

Zhao Yan threw away the lantern and ran desperately towards the way she came.

"Ghost!"

Bei'er's scalp stood up, her face was a bit paler than that of the female ghost, she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from fainting, and ran out after Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan shouted all the way out of the stone gate and bumped into Zhao Zhen who was returning to his room.

Zhao Zhen grabbed his running sister and shouted coldly: "Zhao Yan, you're so good, what are you doing there?"

Zhao Yan didn't hear Zhao Zhen's question at all. She was grabbed by the arm and raised her head suddenly.

As soon as he saw Zhao Zhen, he said incoherently: "Brother! Brother! There is a ghost in that stone house!"

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he knew that Zhao Yan had seen the people inside. His pupils trembled and he shouted loudly: "Zhao Yan!"

As soon as Bei'er came out, she heard Zhao Zhen's cold shout. The little maid rolled her eyelids in fright. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.

Zhao Yan looked at Bei'er who was lying on the ground, then at her brother who was grabbing her, and said anxiously: "Brother, there is a female ghost hiding behind your bookcase!"

Zhao Zhen grabbed his sister, slowly stretched out a hand to support the copper vase, and slowly closed the bookcase again.

He lowered his head and looked at his sister, and said in a cold voice: "Yan'er, what did you just say?"

Zhao Yan looked at the slowly closing bookcase and finally found a ray of clarity in her chaotic thoughts.

She blinked at the shiny copper vase and said in disbelief: "Brother, that person is not a female ghost, but the woman you imprisoned here? Why?!"

Zhao Zhen has always used his status as the uncle of the country to dominate the outside world, raping women and even foreign men.

But Zhao Yan never imagined that a woman would be imprisoned like this in her brother's courtyard, the courtyard of the son who was a direct descendant of the Taifu Mansion.

No wonder, no wonder my brother often entertains guests in the courtyard of the mansion, and then locks himself in the room and plays with everyone after drinking. It turns out that there is such a woman imprisoned in this mansion.

A woman who could bear their fun at will.

Zhao Zhen's jaw tightened and he said in a cold voice: "Yan'er, this is not something you can ask. Now tell me, why did you come to me?"

As soon as Master Zhan's official power came out, Zhao Yan's mind suddenly became clear.

"I, Yan'er, just want to ask my brother if the painting book about Chu Ye and Ning Yu is real?"

Zhao Zhen heard this and smiled lightly: "So this is what Yan'er cares about?"

He took out the fan in his arms, opened it and fanned it: "Of course it is true, but... Chu Ye is so powerful that no one dares to say it clearly."

Zhao Yan clenched her clothes tightly and whispered: "The person who drew this book must be narrow-minded and jealous of Prime Minister Chu's talent, so he decided to kill Chu Ye."

Zhao Zhen smiled and said: "Since it's just jealousy, why don't you see someone draw me in the painting book?"

His hand holding the fan paused, and he continued:

"All men in the world are the same, it's just that their behavior is slightly different. My sister has seen the woman in the stone gate with her own eyes, but she still has hope for Chu Ye?"

The slightly familiar face of the woman in Shimen came to Zhao Yan's mind, and she slowly fell silent.

Yes, even his own brother is like this. How come he, who has just seen clearly the evil of human nature, still has implicit expectations for Chu Ye in his heart.

She tightened her grip on the drawing book in her hand.

Zhao Zhen looked at the loose expression on his sister's face, lit the lamp in the room and sent it to her, and said calmly:

"Sister, go back and think about it carefully. Are you going to compete for the wealth and honor of the Prairie King in your lifetime, or are you looking forward to someone who doesn't have you in his heart at all?"

Zhao Yan took the candle and walked to her yard in despair.

Zhao Zhen raised his voice and ordered: "Come here, take the lady back to her room."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant from the mansion ran forward and bowed and saluted: "I will take the young lady back to her room."

Zhao Yan looked back at Bei'er lying on the ground and said, "Brother, Bei'er doesn't know anything, just let her go back with me."

Zhao Zhen looked down at Bei'er, with a flash of cruelty in his deep eyes: "Growing up, I only understand one truth: only dead people will not talk nonsense."

Zhao Yan bit her lip and said slowly: "But brother, I only have this one personal maid."

Zhao Zhen's lips curled up slightly: "If Yan'er wants a personal maid, my brother will choose two good ones for you tomorrow."

Zhao Yan bit her lip, and finally slowly walked towards her yard with her servant.

Behind him, a dull voice sounded, followed by the voice that Bei'er wanted to shout but didn't.

"what!"

There was a brief and rapid sound, and then there was no more sound.

After a while, Zhao Zhen's cold voice came from the courtyard: "Here, pick up the people and throw them into the mass graves in the western suburbs."

The two boys responded, and then the sound of messy footsteps sounded behind them.

Zhao Yan bit her lip and hurried back to her yard.

She stroked her thumping chest, and an unstoppable coldness ran through her limbs.