Song Yaoyao followed them and tried to soothe him:
"Young Master Wu, don't be mad, don't be mad-anger sends you early to the grave;
Don't you fret, don't you fret-worry brings an early death;
Don't lose heart, don't lose heart-you'll end up a portrait on the wall;
Don't be anxious, don't be anxious-or we'll soon feast at your funeral..."
Everyone thought, Little Lord Song, what are you doing?
Are you calming him down or fanning the flames?
Is this not chaotic enough for you already?
You'd be better off saying nothing!
Sure enough, Wu Jinlin began struggling even more violently...
Song Yaoyao scratched her head. She had meant well, but had her attempt to soothe him backfired?
Guagua: [Host, what are you doing?
Is this mess not big enough for you?
Host, are you deliberately fanning the flames because you want to see Wu Jinlin go mad, fight Grand Tutor Wu, and then stab Mao Jingyi to death on the spot?]
Song Yaoyao hurriedly shook her head:
[Guagua, don't make things up. That's not what I meant. I really was trying to persuade Wu Jinlin not to get angry.]
Guagua: [Oh, give it a rest, Host!
You call that calming someone down?
You were pouring oil on the fire!]
Song Yaoyao: *[Guagua, how can you say that?*
I was clearly trying to calm him down!
Who knows why it backfired?
*Fine, blame me for not knowing what to say. I'll shut up, all right?]*
Meanwhile, Wu Jinlin struggled fiercely, his eyes turning blood-red. He looked terrifying!
With no other choice, the Fifth Prince's guards had to seal Wu Jinlin's acupoints again.
Only after Wu Jinlin stopped moving did they carry him onto the carriage.
The group headed toward Mao Jingyi's little courtyard.
Soon, they arrived outside it.
Song Yaoyao: *[Guagua,