The Imperial Residence.
Wu Xuerou pondered, unable to believe the voice she heard came from Jiang Ziyu. So, while Jiang Ziyu was away, she decided to test Yuze at home.
On the terrace of the backyard, Yuze was painting flowers in the flowerbed with his brush.
Just as he was engrossed, an object fragrant several times more than the flowers appeared before him, blocking his sight.
Looking up, Yuze met Wu Xuerou’s feigned affectionate expression.
“What are you drawing? May I see?” Wu Xuerou asked, reaching out to take it without Yuze’s consent.
In the sketchbook, besides the flowers and plants of the Imperial Residence, there were also paintings of her daddy, mommy, and younger siblings.
Afraid of their existence being discovered, Yuze fiercely protected the sketchbook, unwilling to let go. The more he resisted, the more Wu Xuerou wanted it.
Seeing that no one was around, her sharp fingernails dug forcefully into Yuze’s tender skin.
Soon, Yuze, unable to bear the pain, let go.
The sketchbook fell into Wu Xuerou’s hands, and she began to flip through it triumphantly.
From front to back, Wu Xuerou looked at the scribbled colors and gradually lost interest. Seeing that there were still a few pages left, and assuming they were just more messy color blocks, she tossed the sketchbook aside.
A gust of wind flipped the sketchbook back several pages. Coincidentally, it landed on the page Yuze was worried about.
Wu Xuerou snatched the sketchbook with quick hands and examined its contents.
The man was Di Mingjue, the woman was Jiang Ziyu, and the one with the pigtails was her. Who were the remaining two boys?
Wu Xuerou narrowed her eyes, staring questioningly at the nervous and uneasy Yuze.
“Qianqian, tell me, who are these two people you’ve drawn?”
Clatter, he dropped his coloring pencil.
Seeing his nervousness, Wu Xuerou acted as if she had discovered a world-shattering secret. She forcibly dragged Yuze towards her, giving him no chance to escape.
“How about this, you tell me why you drew a family of four?” Wu Xuerou coaxed him to respond.
Yuze refused to answer, struggling desperately.
As a child, no matter how strong he was, he could not match an adult.
Wu Xuerou held him firmly, her tone becoming extremely cold, “Answer me! Or you won’t be leaving today!”
The old lady was not even at home today.
Disregarding her warning, Yuze struggled desperately within her grasp.
Seeing that she was about to lose control of him, Wu Xuerou slapped him hard on the back.
Yuze coughed, and blood began to flow from his nose. As he wiped his arm, more blood dripped onto Wu Xuerou’s arm.
Sensing something was wrong, she turned Yuze around and saw his face covered in blood, a terrifying sight.
“You!” Wu Xuerou pushed him away in fear.
The family of four in the sketchbook was already stained with blood, their features indistinguishable. Besides the bleeding nose, Yuze continued to cough.
This is bad!
Wu Xuerou searched for tissues to wipe her nose; the blood was uncontrollable, continuously flowing out.
In a panic, Wu Xuerou dragged Yuze to the front courtyard. Entering the bathroom, she worried about people finding out and locked the door.
“If you don’t want to die, stand still!” Wu Xuerou snapped, holding a spray bottle. She turned the water on to the lowest setting and sprayed cold water onto Yuze’s nose.
The blood turned the water red, and a pool of red lay on the bathroom floor. Wu Xuerou was completely flustered. She had only patted his back, so why was his nose bleeding non-stop?
Seeing that the cold water wasn't stopping the bleeding, Wu Xuerou could only cover his nose with tissues and prepare to take him to the hospital.
An injury could be explained, but if he died in her hands, Di Mingjue might demand her life.
Wu Xuerou grabbed a jacket, wrapped it around Yuze’s head, tucked him under her arm, and walked out of the bathroom.
Along the way, any servant who showed curiosity and tried to look would be reprimanded by Wu Xuerou.