Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

The maid's scalp tingled and she moved her feet to escape.

Song Zhi said calmly, "Without my permission, believe it or not, if you take a step out of this door, your body will be riddled with arrows."

The maid froze in place, then plopped down on the ground, "Please spare me, my lord. I'm just a servant sent by the emperor to take care of Mu Qinghan. I know nothing."

Song Zhi slowly walked towards the maid, "Are you sure you don't know anything?"

The maid was about to cry, "My Lord, the reason why this servant is here to take care of Song Yale is because Madam Sun promised this servant that she would adopt this servant as her adopted daughter and marry her to Mu Qinghan."

"I see,"

Song Zhi sneered, "What's so worthy of marrying a commoner?"

The maidservant said, "After all, he is of royal blood. As long as the emperor relents, even if he can't restore the crown prince, at least he can guarantee his wealth and glory. If I can follow him, I will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life, and I won't have to be ordered around by others. Naturally, I'm tempted."

The maid's analysis was very logical, but she never thought that since Sun loved Song Yale so much, how could she be willing to share her husband with someone else.

Even though Mu Qinghan treated Song Yale badly and even wanted to kill her, a woman's husband is her heaven. Even someone as partial as Sun cannot break free from such shackles.

After impulsively hitting Mu Qinghan with a vase in a fit of rage, Sun came to her senses and felt only fear, not relief.

The promise made to the maid was just a nice-looking pie in the sky, but the maid grabbed at this false straw and believed it to be true.

Song Zhi was too lazy to dwell on this question and said, "Another question, which courtyard is Mu Qinghan in?"

The maid's eyes flashed with fear. "Please spare my life, my lord. If anything happens to Mu Qinghan, the emperor will hold him accountable. I hope you will give me a chance to live."

Song Zhi smiled and said, "You entered the palace on your own, right?"

"what?"

The maidservant didn't expect Song Zhi to suddenly talk about something else. She nodded in panic and said, "Yes, I have no parents. I was starving and cold, so I decided to go to the palace to seek a living."

"Are you afraid of the Emperor's accusation, or are you afraid of losing your chance to rise to prominence and become a phoenix?"

"This servant... This servant is naturally afraid that the emperor will hold her accountable and she will lose her life."

Song Zhi said: "Even if you don't tell me, I can find him. Am I not already giving you a way out?"

The maid looked up at Song Zhi with a pale face, then quickly lowered her head. After a long silence, she said as if resigned to her fate, "In the East Wing."

"Thanks."

Song Zhi put away the dagger and prepared to go out, but just as he turned around, the maid kneeling on the ground suddenly changed her expression, took out a pair of scissors from her bosom and stabbed Song Zhi fiercely.

There was madness in her eyes, "You dare to ruin my good deeds, go to hell."

However, the scissors did not penetrate Song Zhi's body.

The maid stopped half a step away from Song Zhi, and Song Zhi firmly grasped her hand holding the scissors.

There was a dagger stuck right in her chest.

The maid stared blankly at the blood gushing out in front of her. The intense pain instantly took over all her consciousness. Before she could utter another word, she fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Zhi squatted down, pulled out the dagger and started to wipe it again. "Look, you are determined to die. What can I do?"

The maid's body trembled, as if she died with her eyes open.

Song Zhi sighed and shook his head, no longer paying attention to anything here and took Xiaotao away.

Thinking of the scenes just now, Xiao Tao was filled with admiration and confusion and asked, "Miss, when did we arrange for archers? Are they the Third Prince's secret guards?"

Song Zhi blinked his eyes. "Where is the archer? I am trying to trick her."

Everyone is afraid of death, and as long as they are afraid of death, she can scare them.

The maidservant was very timid and knew what to do.

Xiao Tao's eyes lit up immediately, as if she had discovered a new world, "Is this even possible?!"

Song Zhi tapped her on the head and said, "All's fair in war."

Xiao Tao covered her forehead and muttered, "I'm not a soldier, and that maid is not a soldier either."

Song Zhi smiled without saying anything. Taking advantage of the night, the two of them quickly arrived at the east wing.

Compared to the courtyard where Song Yale lived, this place was much quieter, and there wasn’t even a servant, which saved a lot of trouble.

An oil lamp flickered in the room, and a figure sat still by the window.

Song Zhi held Xiao Tao at the door and said, "Just stand guard here."

After all, it was not a good scene. She didn't want Xiaotao to keep seeing her killing people, so as not to cause psychological trauma to the girl.

Xiao Tao didn't think too much about it. Seeing that her mistress had given her such an important task as guarding the sentry, she immediately stood aside with her chest puffed out and her head held high, looking proud.

Song Zhi gently pushed the door open and walked in. The figure by the window turned around when he heard the sound.

"You...Child, it's you!"

After seeing who was coming, Mu Qinghan's eyes burst into intense joy, "You are finally here. You are here to take me back to the Song Mansion, right? I knew you couldn't let go of our relationship."

Mu Qinghan spoke excitedly, stood up and walked towards Song Zhi eagerly.

Song Zhi frowned. Mu Qinghan in front of him was dressed in shabby clothes and had a thick gauze wrapped around his head. He looked very miserable.

She turned aside coldly, "I'm not here to take you back to the Song Mansion."

"Then you are here..."

Mu Qinghan didn't realize the danger yet and reached out to grab Song Zhi's hand.

Song Zhi raised his knife and slashed, "I'm here to send you to hell."

With a "click", a severed hand fell to the ground, followed by Mu Qinghan's scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Mu Qinghan fell to the ground, twisting in pain while holding his bare right hand. Blood quickly soaked his clothes.

"how dare you!!"

He instantly tore off his disguise and roared, then hurriedly picked up the severed hand and tried to put it back on himself.

"Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician for me!"

Mu Qinghan's face twisted. "You vicious woman, it is your family's honor that I can use the Song family. How dare you harbor a desire for revenge? When I sit on the throne again, I will make sure you live a life worse than death."

As he spoke, he seemed to realize that the current situation was not favorable to him, and he quickly softened his voice, "Child, if you have been resentful of the foolish things I have done recently, then you should have vented your anger now. Please call the imperial physician for me, otherwise my hand will really be lost."

Listening to Mu Qinghan's incoherent words, Song Zhi's eyes fixed and he re-examined the person in front of him.

His eyes were deep, without a trace of childishness. Even though he was enduring the pain of a broken hand, he could still analyze the pros and cons so quickly.

This is definitely not something that Mu Qinghan can do at his current age.

unless……

A thought flashed through my mind.

"You're back too, right?"

Song Zhi spoke expressionlessly, not as a question, but as an affirmation.

It was a rebirth, not a dream, but a real rebirth like her.

Mu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to play dumb, but Song Zhi ruthlessly exposed him, "Don't pretend, I can tell the difference."