"Who?!"
Feng Yunshu immediately grew vigilant. She grabbed the long sword placed beside her bed and tiptoed carefully towards the window sill.
From a certain distance, she drew out her sword and prodded open the window, always on guard in case a mysterious black - clad figure suddenly sprang out from the window sill.
Thankfully, after the window was opened, no mysterious black - clad figure jumped in. There was just a long arrow stuck on the window sill.
To be on the safe side, Feng Yunshu wrapped her palm with a piece of cloth and pulled out the arrow, fearing that the arrowhead was poisoned.
Thankfully, everything seemed normal. After pulling out the arrowhead, Feng Yunshu saw a note stuck on it.
She cautiously poked her head out and looked around. It was pitch - black outside and there were no suspicious figures. It seemed that the person who shot the arrow had already left.
Feng Yunshu lit a candle and opened the note by its light.
"Miss, Ziyuan has been tortured by the Second Miss and the First Lady to the point of being unrecognizable. I hope the Miss can find a way to save Ziyuan!"
After reading the information on the note, Feng Yunshu's heart skipped a beat.
Ziyuan seemed to be the original owner's personal maid in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The original owner's mother had passed away when giving birth to her. Ziyuan was the maid who had the closest relationship with the original owner besides her biological mother.
Originally, the original owner's marriage was not voluntary. It was all a pre - arranged trap. The original owner was in a difficult situation herself, let alone protecting Ziyuan. So Ziyuan was left in the Prime Minister's Mansion to continue serving.
Feng Yunshu ran through the relevant information in her mind. Looking at the note in her hand, her face grew colder and colder. She couldn't help but clench the note tightly.
Feng Manshu and the First Lady. Heh, they really are two restless people.
How dare they touch someone of mine? I'll make them pay dearly!
On this long night, just thinking about Ziyuan being wronged and bullied in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Feng Yunshu couldn't fall asleep at all.
How to bring Ziyuan back reasonably and at the same time, strike a blow to the arrogance of Feng Manshu and the First Lady became Feng Yunshu's top priority.
She had to go and check the situation first. Feng Yunshu changed into a night suit and prepared to go out to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Before going out, Feng Yunshu originally wanted to take Xiaoling with her. But Xiaoling was lying on the couch, snoring loudly. Thinking that she had used a lot of spiritual power today and was really exhausted, Feng Yunshu didn't wake her up.
After packing some simple equipment, Feng Yunshu quickly slipped out of the mansion.
At this moment, in the east wing.
"Master, the Princess has gone out again in her night suit..."
Helan Yanting looked up in the direction of the outside of the house. "She really is a restless one. Follow her and see what she's up to this time."
"Yes, Master."
After Yan Qi walked out of the house, he saw Yan Liu squatting on a tree nearby. He walked over and complained, "Yan Liu, what on earth is our Princess up to? She never stops. One day she goes to the palace and the next day we don't know where she's running off to..."
Yan Liu silently glanced at Yan Qi. "You're asking me about this? I'm just as curious. In the past, Master would have taken action to deal with this kind of situation long ago. But this time, Master has been hesitating..."
Finally, Yan Qi and Yan Liu silently looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.
"So, who on earth is our Princess?"
...
The Feng Mansion.
Feng Yunshu skillfully sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion. According to the original owner's memory of the mansion, she found a place with relatively weak guards, climbed over the wall, and directly got onto the roof.
It was already late at night. Except for the patrolling servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was quiet all around.
Feng Yunshu watched on the roof for a while. Suddenly, she heard a woman's panicked cries for help and sobs coming from a certain direction.
"No, no! Don't come near..."
"Steward, please let me go. I'm begging you!"
This voice -
Feng Yunshu was shocked. This was clearly Ziyuan's voice! Oh no, something bad was going to happen to her!
Feng Yunshu closed her eyes, held her breath, and extended her senses to the maximum range to locate the sound. Thankfully, the Prime Minister's Mansion was relatively quiet at this time with no noise. Feng Yunshu quickly determined the direction of the sound.
Soon, Feng Yunshu found the place where Ziyuan was being held, a storage room in the mansion.
As she got closer, Ziyuan's desperate and helpless cries were even more terrifying. Besides that, there was also the arrogant and vicious threat of the steward.
"What are you shouting for?! Shut up! Even if you shout your throat out, no one will come to save you. Your Miss has married a sickly Prince. She's in a difficult situation herself. Who can protect you?"
"I advise you to listen to me obediently and cooperate. Otherwise, I'll make you die a horrible death!"
"Ah!"
Feng Yunshu lifted a few tiles. By the moonlight, she saw the steward pinching Ziyuan's chin and tearing at her clothes. Ziyuan's face was bruised and swollen, and her body was covered in bloodstains. Her clothes were in tatters, which was really shocking.
Feng Yunshu frowned and quickly took out a silk rope from her waist. There was an iron hook hanging on the rope. Then she made a swift and accurate move. The iron hook caught the steward's palm and she yanked it upwards.
The steward was caught off guard. He twitched in pain and was about to let out a scream. Taking advantage of this gap, Feng Yunshu took out a black pill from her waist and threw it into the steward's open mouth.
After the steward swallowed the pill, he couldn't make a sound anymore. His face turned red from holding back, and he covered his hooked hand and looked up at the roof.
Feng Yunshu took out the demon - detecting mirror from her bosom and shone it at the steward. The steward was instantly blinded by the bright light of the mirror.
The steward didn't know what he saw in the mirror. He went crazy and ran out in a frenzy, stumbling all the way.
Seeing the steward flee, Feng Yunshu sneered. As the saying goes, good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished. It's just a matter of time. In the original owner's memory, this steward had bullied her a lot.
Now, the old and new grudges could be settled together. But this was just a warning. If she still had her spiritual power, she would definitely teach him a good lesson!
After making sure the steward had left, Feng Yunshu got off the roof and entered the storage room.
In front of her, Ziyuan was emaciated and covered in wounds. She was in a daze, covering the collar of her clothes and constantly backing away, curling up in the corner and shivering.
"Don't come near. Please don't come near..."
At this moment, Feng Yunshu's heart felt as if it had been hit hard by a hammer. She felt so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe.
"Ziyuan, don't be afraid. I'm the Miss. I'm here to save you..."
Feng Yunshu's voice was trembling. She walked forward step by step.
Hearing this familiar voice, Ziyuan seemed to sense something. Suddenly, she gave a start and looked up at Feng Yunshu.
After looking for a while, Ziyuan's scattered eyes gradually focused, bursting out a strong light.
"Miss! Is it really you, Miss?! This isn't a dream for me, is it?!"
Feng Yunshu stepped forward to help Ziyuan up. But in this situation, without Xiaoling's help, it would be very difficult for her to take Ziyuan out secretly.
"Ziyuan, this isn't a dream. You're not dreaming. I will definitely take you away from here. But now is not the best time. Take this pill and your wounds will get better. I will come to pick you up openly tomorrow!"
After saying that, Feng Yunshu took out a small white porcelain bottle from her waist, opened it, and poured out a pill and stuffed it into Ziyuan's mouth.