Wang Er deliberately emphasized the word "serve," his gaze roaming brazenly over Qi Fang's body. Qi Fang's heart tightened, and she hurriedly shrank farther into the bed. But Taohong's knockout smoke had left her limbs weak; after barely moving, she collapsed helplessly back down and could only watch as he drew closer and closer.
"Don't come over..." Qi Fang could hear how weak her voice was. It would be a miracle if Wang Er actually listened. Thinking of the horrible thing about to happen, she suddenly felt that what Song Qingshu had done to her before was not so unbearable after all.
Both meant losing her chastity, but giving herself to a famous, handsome man was far easier to bear than losing herself to a lecherous, ugly household servant.
"Young Madam, don't be so afraid. I promise I'll make you happy very soon." Wang Er stood beside the bed, practically drooling.
Just as his hand was about to touch the blanket covering her, Qi Fang could endure no more. "Song, how long are you going to keep watching this show?"
Hearing her words, Wang Er's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to flee, a sharp sword suddenly thrust out from beneath the bedboards and pierced his throat, snuffing out his life in an instant.
The sword had been drawn and withdrawn so quickly that blood had not even had time to spill before Wang Er crumpled lifelessly to the floor.
When Taohong saw someone suddenly emerge from beneath the bed, she cried out and bolted for the door. But Song Qingshu had learned earlier that she had impersonated Qi Fang and caused Di Yun's death. He had already been consumed by fury, so how could he let her escape now that he had the chance?
With a flick