In the morning after the rain, there is a moist smell in the air. In the back garden where flowers are blooming, a girl wearing a white skirt is sitting on a swing made of flower vines, swaying gently, pure white.
The snowy skirt floated very high like silk... A breeze blew by, and a few pink petals fell lightly from the sky and fell on her shoulders...
Shangguan Chuxue turned his head and his eyes fell on the petals on his shoulders. He blew gently and the petals fell to the ground.
Oh, so boring! She looked at the sky and sighed heavily. She thought she could regain her freedom when she returned to the General's Mansion, but now she felt almost different from the Nanman Mansion - she no longer had to worry about seeing the Nanman King!
Thinking of this, her mood suddenly became happy. She kicked her feet gently and swung the swing higher. Her black and silky hair rose in a perfect arc in the air...
"Miss!" The voice came from far and near, and the maid Jingjing hurried towards her direction.
"What's going on? Look how anxious you are!" Shangguan Chuxue lazily turned his head and frowned when he saw that she was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
"The master is anxious to see you and asks you to change your clothes and go to the hall immediately," the maid gasped.
"Did Daddy say something?" She tilted her head and asked the maid. It was strange. Why was Daddy in such a hurry to see her? Daddy was usually not at home at this time!
"I don't know!" the maid lowered her head and replied timidly.
Shangguan Chuxue didn't ask any more questions. She stood up and followed the maid towards the hall. Just as she was about to walk out of the garden, a figure suddenly jumped in from the outer wall.
Shangguan Chuxue, who was walking at the front, was startled, but she quickly recognized the person - Situ Yi. Before she could speak, Situ Yi suddenly stepped forward and struck her neck with a palm.
The incident happened so suddenly that she was completely unprepared. Her neck hurt and she fainted in Situ Yi's arms.
Seeing that the young lady fainted, the maid Qingqing turned pale with fright. She opened her mouth to shout for help when a sharp dagger was pressed against her throat——
"Shut up if you want to live!" His deep voice warned her.
Qingqing's neck stiffened, her body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead one by one.