"Yiru, do you think I'm being too harsh? Particularly unfeeling?" Mu Fengqie let out a sigh and then asked.
Shen Yiru waved her hand. "Actually, if I were in your shoes, I'd be even harsher. Just throwing her out is already quite lenient. If you show mercy to someone like her, you'll be the one who gets hurt in the end."
Although Mu Xingrou looked weak and delicate, she was actually as venomous as a snake. It was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that she wasn't sincerely admitting her mistakes. She had only come to find Mu Fengqie as a stopgap measure.
Mu Xingrou was unceremoniously thrown out of the Minister's Mansion by the servants. She was already in excruciating pain from the beating by Niu Tiesheng. Now, after this fall, the pain was even worse. She couldn't help but tremble and was on the verge of fainting.
She crawled out step by step, but the hatred for Mu Fengqie in her heart had reached its peak. She had to escape. If Niu Tiesheng caught her, she would surely lose her life.
"Mu Fengqie! One day, I'll kill you with my own hands! I'll make you suffer worse than death! Mu Fengqie..." Mu Xingrou stared fiercely ahead, her eyes blazing with intense hatred.
Just when Mu Xingrou could barely keep her eyes open, she saw a pair of boots stop in front of her. She looked up, but her vision was blurry. Soon, her eyes closed.
When she woke up again, it was already dark. She thought she might be dead, but when she opened her eyes and saw the surrounding environment, Mu Xingrou couldn't help but be astonished.
Was the underworld so luxurious? Although she had lived a wealthy life in the landlord's house before, it was nothing compared to this room.
"Awake?" Yuan Yuze stepped forward and asked indifferently.
He had been attracted by Mu Xingrou's shouts when he found her. When he got closer, he saw that she was lying outside the Minister's Mansion, covered in wounds.
If it weren't for Mu Xingrou's repeated insults of Mu Fengqie, he probably wouldn't have given her a second look.
Mu Xingrou was clearly stunned when she heard the voice. Then she slowly looked in the direction of the sound. A handsome face came into view, and she realized that she wasn't dead yet.
It seemed that God really didn't want her to die! Mu Xingrou was secretly delighted. From the surrounding environment, it was obvious that Yuan Yuze's status was extraordinary. Since God had given her a backer, she would surely seize this opportunity firmly.
"Was it you, my lord, who saved me? This humble girl is grateful for your kindness!" Having said that, Mu Xingrou wanted to get up and bow, but the pain in her body made even the slightest movement excruciating.
Yuan Yuze waved his hand. "There's no need for such formalities. Let me ask you, do you know Mu Fengqie?"
Hearing this, hatred welled up in Mu Xingrou's eyes. But since she wasn't sure about the situation of the person in front of her, she didn't say much.
"Yes. Does my lord know Mu Fengqie too?" Mu Xingrou was cautious and asked in return.
Yuan Yuze nodded. His eyes fell on Mu Xingrou, sizing up the woman on the couch. "You said you'd make her suffer worse than death?"
"I have a sworn feud with her. If my lord is her friend, then this humble girl will leave right away and won't stay here to annoy you."
As she spoke, Mu Xingrou pretended to be sad. She was also sizing up Yuan Yuze. Subconsciously, she felt that this elegant young man in front of her didn't have a good relationship with Mu Fengqie. Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her.
From the question he had just asked, it was obvious that he had heard her angry shouts before she passed out and still brought her back. This meant that they were not enemies. The enemy of one's enemy is a friend!
Yuan Yuze frowned impatiently. "You can rest here and recuperate in peace. Don't worry. A woman like that is unworthy of being a friend of this prince!"
Just thinking about Mu Fengqie made Yuan Yuze furious. That woman had easily taken tens of thousands of taels of silver from him, and her words were full of provocation. If the Crown Prince still needed her, he would have disposed of her long ago.
"Prince?" Mu Xingrou was shocked. "My lord is a prince?"
She was both surprised and delighted. She had thought that God was unfair to her, but now it seemed that God was still kind to her. As long as she could win the prince's sympathy, why would she need to beg Mu Fengqie?
If she had the chance to sleep with the prince, wouldn't she be like a sparrow turning into a phoenix? Maybe she would even become a concubine in the future and enjoy a life of wealth and honor!
Yuan Yuze didn't show any reaction. He just looked at Mu Xingrou indifferently. It was already an exception for him to bring her back. As long as this woman in front of him could be of help to him, he didn't mind giving her some more silver.
Mu Xingrou endured the pain in her body and propped herself up to sit. Then she knelt in front of Yuan Yuze. "This humble girl begs the prince to save her life. This humble girl is willing to be a slave for the prince for the rest of her life to repay your kindness. Please have mercy on this humble girl!"
Yuan Yuze was taken aback and was a bit at a loss for what to do. This woman was quite good-looking. Due to her illness, the collar of her clothes was open. From his current angle, he could just see the two soft mounds inside.
He couldn't help but feel a tightening in his throat, and his eyes involuntarily drifted there. Instead of being annoying, this woman's tearful appearance was rather pitiful.
"Alright, but you also need to show your sincerity. Let this prince see it." Yuan Yuze raised the corners of his mouth and arched his eyebrows.
Hearing this, Mu Xingrou's eyes darted quickly. She kept thinking in her mind what Yuan Yuze wanted, but she still had no clue. She just knelt there on the ground, quietly thinking.
Seeing Mu Xingrou's earnest thinking, Yuan Yuze snorted. "Mu Fengqie. As long as you can make her unhappy, this prince can agree to your request."
Hearing this, Mu Xingrou's eyes lit up. Even if the Third Prince didn't say so, she would never let Mu Fengqie off. If the Third Prince hadn't suddenly appeared, she might have ended up on the streets, perhaps caught by Niu Tiesheng or starved to death. In short, it was all Mu Fengqie's fault!
She silently wrote down this debt in her heart, thinking that she would surely make Mu Fengqie suffer worse than death when she had the chance. Now, wasn't this the chance?
"Please show your favor, Your Highness. This humble girl will surely make Mu Fengqie's life miserable. Even if Your Highness didn't say so, this humble girl will surely settle this score with her one day!"
Mu Xingrou put away her gentleness and replaced it with a fierce look. Yuan Yuze was very satisfied with her appearance.