She stared intently at the servant, who lay not far from her, his face on the ground, looking in her direction. His eyes were wide open in death, unblinking.
"Brother..." She had been terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat at the time because she knew that the servant was dead, just like her mother.
The only difference was that when her mother died, she had not been scared, just sad, but the death of the servant frightened her.
"Yue'er is not afraid."
Her brother comforted her, but she could hear that his voice was no longer as calm as before, betraying a hint of panic.
Indeed, after killing the servant, they both realized that this was no ordinary servant of the Directorate of Music, which had official backing. The servant's status was not ordinary.
To kill was to pay with one's life; a principle they both understood but did not wish to confront. If their deed was discovered, they would be beaten to death.
