Spring Courtyard Forbidden Pet

The mourning hall was littered with incense, paper and candles. The maidservants were kneeling on the ground, crying and kowtowing. The servants were guarding the steps with sticks in their hands, looking at Zhiyan who was crying and laughing, at a loss as to what to do.

"I worked my ass off for your Li family. I guarded the mansion for him..."

Zhiyan held the coffin, holding a handkerchief with the middle finger of her right hand to wipe her tears. This was Ye Rong's habit when she was alive. Her voice sounded very much like the hoarseness of the days before Ye Rong's death.

The women hadn't come in yet, but when they heard the sound, their legs and feet went limp, their eyes filled with panic and fear.

"Yes, it's the General's wife..."

"Oh my god, he came back from the dead?"

"I think he is using his energy to revive his soul. I'm afraid he has something on his mind that he can't let go of."

"Oh, the Second Master is still at home, how could something like this happen?"

Several women huddled together and looked at each other, wanting to know what was going on but too scared to move forward.

Zheng was also panicking, and urged someone to go to the west courtyard to invite Li Xuan'an, and did not forget to criticize Ye Zhen, "I said to invite him over to pray for the soul, what's wrong with inviting someone from our family?"

Ye Zhen pretended not to hear, but she did look serious, because she had hidden Li Xuan in a cave in the rockery before, and she didn't know whether he had returned to the west courtyard.

She seemed to have finally taken some time to think about her benefactor, and she felt extremely ashamed.

Mrs. Lai returned from the west courtyard soon and said to Zheng with a troubled look on her face, "Yun Zhui said that the Second Master's old illness had recurred and he couldn't come over."

Ye Zhen's eyes flashed, and he immediately guessed if it was because of the lightning?

She subconsciously looked towards Baoyue Tower in the west. Through the halo of tree shadows, she seemed to meet a pair of cold and gentle eyes. Was it him?

Before she could think about it, she heard Li Chengge scolding the maids in the courtyard, "Whoever dares to speak nonsense again in broad daylight will be dragged out and beaten to death immediately!"

The maids and old women covered their mouths and trembled, and the timid ones even fainted from fear.

When Li Chengge met Zhiyan's bloodshot eyes, his soul trembled.

Such intense reluctance and pain... He had only seen it when Ye Rong was in extreme pain, and the sorrow and helplessness when she took her last breath, all seemed like yesterday.

Zhiyan started crying when she saw him. Hatred and resentment invisibly imprisoned Li Chengge in place.

How can it be?

Zhiyan stared at the tears in her eyes and asked word by word, "Why doesn't Ye Xue dare to come?"

"Why doesn't she dare to come see me!"

"On the day of the Little Banquet, she served the general on behalf of Ah Zhen. Since then, you and I have had a rift because of her. You accompany her and coax her every day. Do you think I am sick and confused? Don't you know?"

Zhiyan smiled bitterly, "General, you have changed."

Li Chengge's pupils shrank slightly. It was undeniable that he couldn't ask the guards to arrest the man now.

So much alike, so much alike.

Zheng was standing outside the yard. When she heard this, she held on to the wall tightly to keep her balance. However, both she and the old woman beside her were shaking with fear and could not speak.

Only Ye Zhen slowly walked into the yard, carefully observing Zhiyan's every move.

If we just talk about things, Zhiyan is Ye Rong's personal maid, there is nothing she doesn't know, and her habit of wiping tears with a handkerchief is nothing that she can't imitate.

But that look...can't deceive anyone.

Could it be that there is really such a thing as borrowing energy to revive the dead in this world? And it happened at this very moment, just in time to save him from the predicament.

She didn't think too much about it, she just felt that it was related to Li Xuan.

Zhiyan added, "I thought the general was my lover until death, and I was lucky in this life. But couldn't the general lie to me for two more days? At least let me rest in peace, and you can stay with that bitch."

"She's the one who pissed me off, it's her!"

"Why did you let her stay in the mansion and ruin my funeral?"

The deafening questioning completely left Li Chengge speechless. Zheng didn't dare to come in, and poked her head out and said, "That's not true! No! Stop playing tricks, you damn girl. I've already sent someone to invite the Imperial Master, be careful or you'll die without a complete body."

It would have been fine if she didn't say anything. As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhiyan's eyes turned red as if she was crying blood, and she said viciously, "You want to embezzle my dowry and put all the blame on my second sister. You will not die well!"

Zhiyan looked up to the sky and said angrily, "My sister and I have been devoted to the Marquis' Mansion, but you treat us like this!"

"Oh my god, that's not fair!"

The fierce roar was like the sound of nails scraping against the wall. The women covered their heads and screamed, frightened to death.

Li Chengge suddenly pulled out the sword from the guard's hand and walked towards Zhiyan step by step.

Ye Zhen was shocked, "How can the general kill people openly?"

"Her crazy talk caused panic, so she deserves to be killed." Li Chengge's low voice was colder than the sword light, "She is just a lowly maid, why can't she be killed?"

He only regretted not killing Zhiyan the first moment he came in!

"You are trying to silence someone." Ye Zhen was blocked by his guards. He watched Li Chengge walk up the stairs. Zhi Yan was really like a controlled puppet. She just cried and sobbed in grief and anger, and didn't know how to dodge or be afraid at all.

Li Chengge suddenly turned around and glared at her, as if he wanted to swallow her up. "Did you arrange this?"

"You're really crazy." Ye Zhen gritted her teeth.

Li Chengge said, "What does her life or death have to do with you? Why are you so nervous?"

The next second, he held his sword against Zhiyan's neck, "Did Ye Zhen ask you to do this?"

Zhiyan was crying sadly, saying nothing, just looking at him and smiling, which was very creepy.

Li Chengge had never been afraid of being stabbed in the battlefield, but now he had to grit his teeth and close his eyes. Just as he was about to exert force, the little Taoist boy beside Li Xuan ran in breathlessly, "Spare your soul under the general's sword."

The little Taoist boy ran up the stairs and put a talisman on Zhiyan's forehead. The latter instantly fell to the ground with her eyes closed, as if dead.

At the same time, Ye Rong's coffin began to shake.

The coffin lid had not yet been nailed on when it fell to the ground with a loud bang while shaking.

Even the guards who had followed Li Chengge through thick and thin were frightened to death, and they kept backing away, holding the swords at their waists.

"Oh no! The madam is so resentful." The little Taoist boy took out Li Xuan's peach wood spell from his arms again, but he didn't know whether he was too nervous or not skilled enough, he recited the spell wrong several times.

He was so anxious that he almost cried.

The next second, bright red nails and pale fingers climbed up to the edge of the coffin. The little Taoist boy threw away the peach wood token in his hand and hid behind Ye Zhen in a flash.

Then he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master!"

"The lid of the coffin has fallen down, it can't be suppressed!"

The women outside had already dispersed. Zheng's legs seemed to be stuck in the mud and she couldn't lift them up. Her face was ashen. "Hurry, hurry up!"

Lai Pozi was grabbed by her sleeves and couldn't walk. She couldn't help her. Suddenly, she knelt outside the courtyard and kowtowed, "Madam, please spare me! This is the general and the old lady's intention. It has nothing to do with me."

"I don't know anything."

Zheng was so angry that she gritted her teeth. If she had any strength left, she would have kicked the bastard to death.

Several maids in the yard rushed out screaming. Zheng was knocked to the ground. She glanced sideways at the mourning hall, her breath caught in her throat, and she fainted.