In the Marquis Mansion, where Su Yan had nothing specific to do, she either practiced martial arts or practiced her writing.
One poem after another she wrote on the pristine rice paper before she spoke distractedly,
"Let him be, it has nothing to do with us."
"But when the Marquis gets drunk, the servants suffer.
Last night, Dong'er was delivering hangover soup to the Marquis and accidentally spilled it on him.
Then he was beaten with forty staffs, and now he lies on the bed, barely alive, looking so pitiable."
Su Yan's hand paused, and her long eyelashes drooped slightly.
Ever since Aunt Lan died, Chu Yuxiao often stayed drunk and his temper became increasingly unpredictable.
One moment he might be laughing, and the next, he could kill someone.
Su Yan knew his heart was growing colder by the day, and he was becoming more ruthless.
Because in this world, he no longer had relatives, he was left alone...
So, he vented all his resentment and hatred on others.
