Chapter 267: Not Even Worth Fetching Her Shoes!

This time Hong Yu looked like a vengeful spirit, sitting by the fence and coldly laughing at Su Wanrou, who was slumped on a moldy heap of grass opposite her.

She had earlier been forced by Su Wanrou to take a mute drug, rendering her voiceless, but that mocking gaze was something Su Wanrou could not stand.

Su Wanrou slowly lifted her head to look at Hong Yu, a grim smile tugging at the corner of her lips: "What good do you think you have?"

"On the road to the Yellow Springs, having you as a good dog to die with would be just perfect."

"We, master and servant, will die together on the execution platform; even in hell you'll still be my dog!"

"Hong Yu, you'll never escape the fate of being a dog in this life!"

Su Wanrou finished speaking and burst into a wild laugh, yet tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes as she laughed.

She had infiltrated the camp for so long, exhausting all her efforts, only to end up with a death by slow slicing.

She truly was unwilling to accept it.

Back then Xiao Yin brought her back to Rui Wangfu and cherished her; had all those years of effort been in vain?

Previously she handled the domestic affairs of Rui Wangfu, doing everything for Xiao Yin with dedication; even without merit, she endured hardship!

Did he truly have no sense of sentiment at all?

After the trial concluded, Su Wanrou begged Xiao Yin for a meeting, hoping that, being a woman from Rui Wangfu, the officials of the Ministry of Justice would also fear Prince Rui.

She didn't know what twists remained, and if Prince Rui truly still harbored some feelings for this woman, they couldn't possibly fail to convey even a single word, could they?

Thus the Ministry of Justice officials passed the message to Xiao Yin, but it vanished like a stone sinking in the sea; Xiao Yin never glanced at her even up to her sentencing to slow slicing.

Su Wanrou's tears at the corners of her eyes fell for this reason, and she was almost on the brink of collapse.

Yet deep down she still held a sliver of hope: not that Xiao Yin would rescue her, but that she could see him once more at the moment of death.

After all, when Xiao Yin first spotted her halfway, she gazed at his peerless handsome face and noble aura; as a country girl, she could not resist the charm of the Ninth Imperial Uncle.

That glance felt like an eternity; she fell madly in love with him, wanting to claim him as her own.

Anyone who threatened her possession of him must die! No one left alive!

"Zhang Shi! Prince Rui is here to see you!" a prison guard shouted suddenly.

Su Wanrou was first stunned, hardly believing the news she heard; after a long moment she recovered, hurriedly stood and looked toward the cell door.

Sure enough, a procession slowly approached from not far away, and her eyes instantly lit up, perhaps because Hong Yu had earlier slapped her hard.

At that moment she even turned around, gave Hong Yu a smug smile, and shouted loudly: "You scum! Did you see that?"

"He still cares about me; perhaps tonight I can get out of here."

"Do you know who Prince Rui is? No man in the world can compare to him."

"If he wants to do something, no one in this world can stop him!"

"He must be here to rescue me, definitely!"

"Hong Yu, you scum, just wait to be beheaded in three days; go die!"

Hong Yu, crouching by the fence, froze slightly, a trace of resentful venom flashing in her eyes.

How could she have caused so many deaths and still have any chance of living? No, absolutely none!

Seeing Xiao Yin approach the cell, he had slipped into the Ministry of Justice's death prison tonight, naturally dressed unobtrusively in a dark‑gold brocade robe, draped with a black‑fox fur cloak, giving him an imposing and solemn presence.

The jailer, seeing Prince Rui arrive, quickly bowed, took out the key to open the cell for Prince, and while unlocking whispered flattery: "Prince, the higher‑ups decree you may only look in briefly; after all, you're a criminal of the Imperial Court, so you must step out after a moment, otherwise I'll have no excuse."

"No need to open the cell; it's just a few words!" Xiao Yin's voice was icy, as if tinged with frost.

The jailer was stunned, thinking Prince Rui couldn't bear to leave Miss Su and had come to see her before her execution.

But unexpectedly, he didn't even bother to enter the cell, his expression full of disdain, as if avoiding some filthy thing.

At this moment Su Wanrou was overjoyed, pressing herself almost against the fence; had it not blocked her, she would have rushed straight into Xiao Yin's arms.

"Prince! Prince! Are you here to rescue me?"

"Prince, sob sob… I miss you so much!"

"Prince!"

Xiao Yin looked at the filthy, foul‑smelling woman before him, his brows knit tightly, feeling nauseated to the point of wanting to vomit.

He took another step back, then raised his voice a few notches: "Originally I didn't want to see you, but there are a few words I must say before you die, so that you can go peacefully."

Su Wanrou's expression softened, wondering what "go peacefully" meant.

Her heart began to panic.

Xiao Yin coldly stared at her: "There are a few words lodged in my heart."

"First, I have never despised anyone as I do you; you truly disgust me."

Su Wanrou's eyes widened instantly, looking in disbelief at the noble man before her who spewed insults.

She clutched the fence with both hands, terror flashing in her gaze.

"Second, Jinzhi is now living happily; my judgment has always been sharp, and the husband I chose for her is a truly devoted one."

"By the way, there's a rumor that Zhao Lang, to please Jinzhi, has sent all the persimmons from Shang Jing to the General's residence, because Jinzhi loves persimmons."

"Now her husband is considerate, her mother‑in‑law is affectionate, her father‑in‑law is respectable, and Zhao Lang's future is boundlessly promising; all of this is because of the trash you did in Wuzhou, which brutally ruined your own good life."

"If you weren't so vicious, and truly married into the General's house, bearing Zhao Lang's child, even after all the heinous deeds you've done, you wouldn't die! After all, even the Emperor fears that boy!"

Su Wanrou's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Xiao Yin.

Xiao Yin coldly laughed: "Su Wanrou, on behalf of my sister Jinzhi, thank you for handing over such a fine man."

"You… you…" Su Wanrou, always jealous of Jinzhi, couldn't believe Jinzhi could have such a good fate.

"How could she not regret? But what is he doing now—stabbing her heart blade by blade before she dies?"

Xiao Yin always manages to make others suffer with pinpoint precision.

"Third," Xiao Yin sneered coldly, "Su Wanrou, you overestimate yourself; the reason I previously indulged you was because of the name Su Wanrou, not because of you."

"You, compared with Gu Jiu Ling, aren't even fit to fetch her shoes! How could you contend with her? What are you, anyway?"

"Zhang Shi, by the way, you should be Zhang Shi, go—die—!"

Su Wanrou gazed in terror at Xiao Yin's handsome, elegant face, so frightened she kept stepping back, as if she had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.