I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

The Cherry Pavilion was pitch black, with only a few lights scattered around.

All the entrances and exits were guarded by maids and old women in shifts. Xiangyao stepped forward, took out a handful of money from her purse, and stuffed a handful into each of the guarding old women.

The old woman had received instructions from the eldest lady in advance, so she did not dare to relax at this time. Zhao Fangyu asked Xiangyao to stay at the door and keep watch for the mothers.

Zhao Fangyu went in alone, and before leaving he took away the water bag containing scented medicine hanging on his waist.

The gatekeeper wanted to ask, but Xiangyao said, "That is the wine that our girl gave to the third girl." This stopped the gatekeeper's questioning.

The people have already been let in, and we can’t kick them out now.

Zhao Fangyu walked forward with a lantern in his hand. The night wind whistled past, blowing up his cloak. In an instant, the coldness came clearly, and the only remaining hesitation was also completely dissipated.

At most, it's just death. Floating and sinking in such cannibalistic days, out of control, unable to think, and forced to have dignity and yearnings crushed bit by bit in the times.

If she was born and raised in Daliang, she might just be chilled and scared, but she is not. She comes from another era. She knows that countless years later, women will be able to study, participate in politics, and have the right to refuse and be independent...

She knew, and had deeply experienced, that she was being swept up by this era bit by bit. She was like a worm that accidentally broke into a clam shell, being wrapped up and worn away bit by bit, gradually changing from a strange shape to a rounded shape, becoming the appearance that everyone expected, flawless, radiant, priceless, scarce and precious.

She is the daughter of the Zhao family that everyone is looking forward to, except herself.

I can’t seem to remember what Zhao Fangyu looks like in the 21st century.

With the lantern swaying in his hand, Zhao Fangyu paused for a moment in front of the door and slowly knocked on it.

Zhao Fanglan had not gone to bed yet, and the lights were on in the room.

After opening the door, he saw that the person coming was Zhao Fangyu. He couldn't help but snorted coldly and was about to close the door, but Zhao Fangyu stopped him first.

Zhao Fangyu had learned horse riding in Longxi before, and with regular exercise, his strength had increased. Zhao Fanglan failed to grab the horse, so Zhao Fangyu pushed him aside and closed the door from the inside.

There was no one in the room, and Zhao Fanglan was too lazy to pretend. He reached out to hit someone, but Zhao Fangyu dragged him to the bed and punched him on the temple!

She did not hold back, and Zhao Fanglan was not on guard either. Or perhaps she was on guard, but she did not expect Zhao Fangyu to take action.

When Zhao Fangyu was doing things in the mansion, he mostly liked to use the opponent's force to counter attack, which was considered decent. But today, when they met, he was punched before he could even say a word, which was something Zhao Fanglan had never expected.

Zhao Fangyu succeeded in striking Zhao Fanglan, and while Zhao Fanglan was still covering her head in confusion, he immediately took out a thin belt from his arms and tied Zhao Fanglan to the bedposts.

The bedposts connected the entire bed. No matter how Zhao Fanglan struggled, she could not move the bed at all. Zhao Fangyu took another handkerchief and stuffed it into Zhao Fanglan's mouth, pressing it tightly on the root of her tongue. He tied the belt around the corners of her mouth to prevent the handkerchief from falling out of Zhao Fanglan's mouth.

Zhao Fangyu's unusual behavior finally made Zhao Fanglan feel a little afraid, but she was unable to move at this time and could not even make a sound.

Zhao Fangyu pulled out a jewel-studded dagger from his bosom and threw it in front of Zhao Fanglan, frightening Zhao Fanglan so much that she stepped back repeatedly, but she had nowhere to retreat.

Zhao Fanglan struggled several times, her hair was disheveled, her hairpins were tilted and slanted, and she did not look at all dignified like a wealthy person.

Zhao Fangyu had previously only intended to keep a close eye on her to prevent her from surrendering the entire Zhao family to the Third Prince. Now, she had a way to solve the problem once and for all.

"So you also know how to be afraid?"

The dagger had not yet been unsheathed, but the cold golden scabbard only gently tapped Zhao Fanglan's face, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, sweat pouring down her face and tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Fanglan shook her head desperately. The corners of her mouth where the belt was tied were torn apart by the shaking of her head, and the light-colored belt was gradually stained red with blood.

Zhao Fangyu looked coldly at Zhao Fanglan's attempt to retreat and sneered twice.

"Don't be afraid, sister. I'm here to beat the downed dog."

Zhao Fangyu thought about it, first controlled Zhao Fanglan's legs, found a few brand new belts from the closet, and hung Zhao Fanglan's legs in the air.

"This is my first time doing this, so I'm inevitably unfamiliar with it. Please don't blame me, Third Sister."

As he spoke, he slowly drew out the dagger in front of Zhao Fanglan's horrified eyes: "The person who gave me this dagger said that this dagger can cut hair with a gust of wind and cut iron like mud."

"Today, I would like to trouble Third Sister to test the knife for me."

Zhao Fangyu had never killed anyone, but she had cut ribs before. With one cut, blood flowed from Zhao Fanglan's ankle.

"I've read in medical books that there is an extremely important tendon here. If it is broken, the person will be useless for the rest of his life."

Zhao Fanglan screamed in pain, but her mouth and tongue were blocked, so she couldn't shout out.

A person is in so much pain that he can't even control his pee and poop.

The blood fell quickly, but Zhao Fangyu turned a blind eye to it.

This place faces the bed, and the light from the window cannot see what the people inside are doing. Xiangyao took out some melon seeds from her bosom and listened to the gatekeeper talking about the rare things that happened in Yuelanxuan in the past years.

The two old women were so focused on the gossip that the already barely perceptible cry was completely ignored.

Zhao Fanglan fainted from the pain and then woke up again.

When I woke up, the tendons on my wrist were cut and bright red blood was flowing out quickly.

All the blood in her body seemed to be gushing out from these four wounds, and Zhao Fanglan was frightened to death.

In the past, she was the one who decided the life and death of others, but today, the situation is reversed.

Zhao Fangyu took off the water bag from his waist, and now punched Zhao Fanglan twice on the temple, knocking him half unconscious. He pulled out the handkerchief that was blocking his mouth and poured medicine down his throat.

Zhao Fanglan is also lucky, he is still alive.

Even the most dangerous suffocation did not occur. The saying "a scourge that will last for a thousand years" was fully reflected in Zhao Fanglan.

Zhao Fangyu was afraid of arousing suspicion, so he did not bring any medicine. Zhao Fanglan had many belts, so he tied a few of them around the wound. Zhao Fangyu then sat aside and waited.

Wait until Zhao Fanglan wakes up.

The villain died because he talked too much. She was afraid that the truth would be exposed, so she simply used force first and then courtesy. There is a time to explain the truth, and people cannot be slaughtered for fun at any time.

Zhao Fangyu drank the whole pot of mute medicine, and the pain prompted Zhao Fanglan to wake up quickly. At that time, Zhao Fangyu was already sitting at the table drinking tea.

Her hands couldn't help shaking, and she couldn't hold the tea steadily.

But she does not regret what she did today.

"People should always pay the price for their actions. Father and Aunt Zhang never taught you this truth, so I will take over and teach you on behalf of father."

The bright moon hangs high in the sky. Outside the window, the cold wind blows through the shadows of the trees, the leaves rubbing against each other, and the silence is eerie.

Zhao Fanglan looked at Zhao Fangyu, who was wearing blood-stained green clothes but had a calm face, as if she were looking at a ghost. Obviously, no one was trying to block her mouth. She tried her best but couldn't utter a word. Her throat was in great pain, as if someone had rubbed her throat with the roughest sandpaper in the world. Not to mention speaking, just breathing hurt her so much that she gasped.