A young and childish voice suddenly sounded, like the first ripe fruit of the summer: sweet and clean and crisp.
Zheng Biyu followed the voice.
The clamor outside the door had stopped at some point. The door was opened, and a youth wearing a misty-colored round-collared brocade robe and a lotus flower jade crown walked in.
When the youth approached, Zheng Biyu found that the other party turned out to be a delicate and charming, bright and beautiful, young girl with skin glowing like snow.
The young girl walked up to Madam Zhao and greeted her, saying: "Greetings, Old Madam. Old Madam, you have just been frightened. Do not blame me, I have asked the outsiders to leave the ancestral hall and they will not come again."
Old Madam Zhao looked at the young lady dumbly.
The young lady looked at Ah Luo who was crying her heart out: "Big sister is at such a good age. Does Old Madam really have the heart to have her buried with the Zhao family?"
Madam Zhao looked down at Ah Luo, and the two, grandmother and grandchild, cried on each others' shoulders.
The young lady said, "Rest assured, Old Madam. I will stand guard here today. No one will dare slight you all."
She gestured to the attendants behind her.
The attendants entered the room, collected the poisoned wine in front of all the ladies, and withdrew respectfully.
The young lady also went out, and the attendants brought in an armchair. She lifted the corner of her robe and sat down on it in a grand manner, but her toes were hanging in mid-air, not reaching the ground.
She coughed.
An attendant moved the stool at her feet. The young lady placed her feet on it and sat upright.
Outside the tall walls, the shouting and killing of soldiers were everywhere. The night was dark, the smoke swelled and surged, and the young lady sat until the middle of the night.
From time to time, soldiers rushed into the ancestral hall with lewd and sinister smiles on their faces. The attendant of the young lady would immediately go forward: "The noble lady is here. Who dares to be impudent?"
The soldiers were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.
In the middle of the night, there was the chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, and a group of burly soldiers surrounding a young man holding a golden hammer came in.
The young man was tall and strong, his muscles taut under his military uniform, and he strode up to the young lady.
The women of the Zhao family in the ancestral hall saw the visitor and uncontrollably shivered.
Zheng Biyu recognized the youth. The Li family's young overlord who killed people like flies, whose notoriety spread far and wide. The Zhao family's youngest son died under his twin hammers.
Li Zhongqian made a beeline to the promenade, covered in blood and full of hostility. But when he spoke, it was in a gentle tone: "What are you doing here?"
The young lady stood up, "Brother, you're injured?"
Li Zhongqian casually wiped the blood on his sleeve: "Other people's blood.... It is a complete mess here. Do not stay here, I have asked Xie Chao to send you back."
The young lady shook her head, "The Zhao family's women are all in the ancestral hall. I have to guard them."
Zheng Biyu thought that Li Zhongqian would reprimand the young lady for making trouble. However, he did not say a word of rebuke. He nodded his head and ordered his men, "Xie Chao stays here. Whoever dares to contradict qiniang will be killed."
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